Golden Sheep's voice had long since gone completely hoarse, but he kept shouting, trying to awaken Li Ziran's reason with the last scraps of sound he could muster.
Unfortunately, the basement grew quieter and quieter. More than a hundred living beings had already lost their lives, their stiff bodies creaking in the basement as a strange, evil energy squeezed the last traces of fat from beneath their skin.
What Corpse Witches needed was hard, dead flesh, not useless lubricant.
Some of the successfully transformed Corpse Witches moved mechanically under the Void Spirits' control, their bodies creaking with every motion.
The most fragile were the Spatial Mantises. The beings that had possessed them did not even know how to walk, tumbling over whenever they moved.
Golden Sheep wanted to laugh. How could things like these control Green Grass Islet? Everyone knew that every step a Spatial Mantis took was a spatial shift, yet these souls were actually walking.
Li Ziran knew nothing about any of this. In a single instant, this man had destroyed everything Golden Sheep had built.
Even if he regained his freedom now and returned to Green Grass Islet, he could never control it again without these people's support.
A stone island floating in a fissure of the Red Soil Continent meant nothing to the mighty Ancient Clans of the Void Expanse, but to wandering travelers like Snow, it was an incredibly alluring treasure. This place could give them a stable foothold.
Without the strength to hold it, his subordinates would snatch that precious position away in an instant.
Unfortunately, it was all over. He had merely been curious about who was making such a racket. How had that brought such terrible misfortune down on him?
He wanted to struggle, but the Cross held his soul fast. Utter