A wisp of true spirit lay hidden in the Peach Wood core. Seeing it, Lin Feng pressed the Fire Lance, charged with dragon-tiger qi and Buddhist Breath, against Daoist Ji's head and fired at point-blank range.
The flames vanished, taking half of Daoist Ji's skull with them.
Then the Demon-Binding Rope finally did what it was meant to do, restraining the remaining corpse. Even without a brain, Daoist Ji kept struggling.
The Demon-Binding Rope dutifully kept the situation under control.
It was, after all, a Seventh Rank blank. Binding a Seventh Rank demon posed little difficulty.
The true spirit within this "zombie" Daoist Ji had lost its awareness. He could now be considered a Corpse Demon.
A Corpse Demon like Lady White Bone, with a new consciousness born from a corpse.
Ignoring the struggling Demon-Binding Rope, Lin Feng opened the box and crushed the Peach Wood core in his hand.
A true spirit emerged from within. Compared with the zombie-like Daoist Ji, this true-spirit Daoist Ji had a far more transcendent air, closer to the image of a Daoist people wanted to believe in.
The moment he appeared, he saw the chaos around him.
"So it came to this after all."
He looked at the pitch-black world around him, disappointed, though hardly surprised.
"I've made a fool of myself before you after all. No matter how much I learned or how much I thought, when my final days came, I fought an evil entity that appeared in the Qinling Mountains and borrowed the power of heaven and earth. Yet this was still how I ended up.
"My heart fell into turmoil, and I took a different path.
"I did good deeds all my life. I never imagined I would lose my integrity in my old age. After studying Daoist techniques