His cold words betrayed a hint of unease.
At these words, the Heavenly Yin Sect members behind him...
Also realized that, with the fiend before them, there was no possibility of escape, and they all gritted their teeth.
The green-eyed elder took one little jar after another from inside his robes and crushed them.
Countless gu insects crawled out, densely packed together, their bodies giving off waves of bloody odor.
At the elder's command, they crawled toward Fang Yang.
Wherever they passed, vegetation withered, and even the ground melted into holes.
Meanwhile, a bell appeared in the Soul-Summoning Guardian's hand. He shook it, sending out a ringing jingle.
Piercing and shrill.
It seemed capable of stabbing straight into a person's soul, making their hair stand on end and sending chills down their spine.
As for the woman who practiced the Charm Art, she took a hemp rope and a red leather whip from inside her robes.
She gently slipped off her alluring clothes and flicked her wrist. The hemp rope wrapped around her delicate skin, digging into it and leaving red marks.
Her technique was precise, perfectly accentuating her figure.
Her gaze was silky with seduction as she held the red leather whip between her lips and looked alluringly at Fang Yang.
"Demon Venerable, I'm willing to share eternal pleasure with you. Could you spare me?"
Her coy words were practically honey. Brimming with desire, the woman was full of confidence.
At some point, a silver needle had appeared in her mouth.
The mouth of a green bamboo snake, the needle on a hornet's tail.
These were the most venomous things in the world.
As it happened, she excelled at hiding a needle... in her mouth.
Killing without a trace.
As soon as this fiend removed the whip, she would