"The Soul Clan is doomed!"
Hun Miesheng knew what those fellows in the Soul Clan were thinking. Especially now that Hun Tiandi had the Spirit-Devouring Life-Extinguishing Formation as his trump card, he would think nothing of ordinary experts.
Had they known beforehand that Xu Ran was a Dou Di, they would certainly have submitted, but that was clearly impossible. Thus, the Soul Clan was bound to face this calamity.
As the Hall of Souls Hall Master, he saw the Soul Clan's internal situation all too clearly.
The Soul Clan had secretly nurtured far too many Dou Sheng over the years. Even losing seven or eight would not hurt them much; they would only feel that they had lost face. As for Hun Tiandi, that man was far more ruthless than he was. If he could disregard the lives of the Central Plains, why would he care about the Soul Clan's losses?
"Since you know all this, it's time for you to die."
Xu Ran immobilized Hun Miesheng. After pondering for a moment, he decided to act only upon Hun Miesheng's soul.
Hun Miesheng was a whole person, so there was naturally no need to refine him directly using a method for making puppets. He only needed to rewrite his soul and memories.
An idea struck Xu Ran, and his consciousness invaded Hun Miesheng's soul directly.
"Aah!"
Unable to bear the intense pain, Hun Miesheng let out a shrill, wretched scream.
Pain inflicted upon the soul was indeed a torment difficult to endure.
But Xu Ran did not stop. Although he lacked the delicate techniques for controlling another person's soul, directly altering Hun Miesheng's soul was not difficult with his strength. At worst, he would turn into an idiot loyal only to him.
"Master."
Several minutes later, Hun Miesheng's voice became