Song Wen lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the Evil Spirit Cultivator in his grasp.
Given the circumstances, taking this man along would only hinder him.
Besides, the last time he had interrogated Ye Pi, he had triggered the restriction in his Sea of Consciousness, causing his soul to scatter into oblivion on the spot. This time, he would have to use a different method.
With that thought, Song Wen abruptly tightened his grip.
Pain contorted the Evil Spirit Cultivator's face. His eyes bulged, and his limbs struggled desperately, but the invading crimson power had sealed his meridians tight, leaving him unable to muster any strength.
"Ple-"
Before he could get the word out, Song Wen's five fingers hooked like claws and dug straight into the flesh of his neck.
The Evil Spirit Cultivator's body immediately went limp, all light fading from his eyes.
Flames surged from Song Wen's hand and engulfed the Evil Spirit Cultivator's corpse. He tossed it away and continued fleeing.
Suddenly.
Song Wen sensed that a monk of the Gai Family had somehow taken a shortcut and circled ahead of him. The monk was charging toward him from a branching passage to his front left.
What surprised Song Wen even more was that this man was only at the early Tribulation Transcendence stage.
Perhaps the man also understood that facing "Yan'e, at the mid Tribulation Transcendence stage" alone would be far too dangerous with his strength.
A shield ten feet tall floated before him, concealing his entire body behind it.
At the same time, he sent several Demon-Subduing Pestles hurtling straight toward Song Wen.
Clearly, he had no intention of risking his life against Song Wen. He merely wanted to hold him up until the others from the Gai Family arrived.
A dark blue-green lamp