The demonic shadow before the Bloodfiend Forefather grew increasingly solid, and one could vaguely make out the look of enjoyment on its face.
Seeing that the situation had turned unfavorable, the last ghostly soul swayed and tried to flee into the ground.
The Bloodfiend Forefather snorted coldly. The demonic shadow abruptly opened its cavernous bloody maw and spat out a mass of viscous blood mist. As though alive, the mist instantly wrapped around the ghostly soul.
"Collect!"
Following the Bloodfiend Forefather's sharp shout, the blood mist rapidly contracted, ultimately becoming a blood-red pearl the size of a pigeon's egg that flew back into the demonic shadow's mouth.
The demonic shadow gave a satisfied belch, and the bloody light around its body grew several shades denser.
"Excellent! The pure yin energy of these three ghostly souls is worth several years of this old man's bitter cultivation!"
Unconcealed delight filled the Bloodfiend Forefather's voice. "Boy Zhou, this Dark Yin Valley truly is a fine place!"
Zhou Xun watched with inward alarm.
Although he had long known that the Bloodfiend Forefather was immensely powerful, seeing him so effortlessly dispose of three Nascent Soul Yin Wraiths still shook him deeply.
"Senior's divine might is truly extraordinary," Zhou Xun praised sincerely.
"If Senior were to absorb all the ghostly souls in this entire Dark Yin Valley, could you recover to Spirit Transformation?"
With the Bloodfiend Forefather's strength, if he could recover to Spirit Transformation, Zhou Xun would no longer have to tread on eggshells, forever fearing that Fang Jiuzun might notice him.
The Bloodfiend Forefather's demonic shadow gradually drew in, once more becoming a humanoid phantom floating at Zhou Xun's side.
"Judging from the patterns on their remaining garments, they should have been guardian elders of some ancient sect. After death, their divine souls were