Thud—
In the next instant, countless ghosts below soared into the air, merging with a purplish-red soul manifested from the depths of the Soul Banner.
In merely three breaths, a kingly ghost with wrathful eyes, six horns upon its head, and armor covering its entire body condensed into being.
From this Ghost King, True Person Ku Ye felt a terror that pierced straight into his soul.
The moment he saw this thing, he knew there was no escape for him. His Primordial Spirit seemed bound by several iron chains; beneath this evil creature's gaze, he could not move an inch.
"Go. Bring me his Primordial Spirit!"
The demonic cultivator spoke softly, and the evil soul moved at his command.
Yet just as its body swayed, surprise appeared in the young demonic cultivator's eyes.
For this evil creature did not attack True Person Ku Ye, who stood close at hand. Instead, it bypassed the near for the far and flew toward Yang Yuanhong.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going? Hurry and receive your command!"
Alarmed, the demonic cultivator hastily formed another Magic Seal. Yet the seal flashed again and again without having any effect on the evil creature.
"How could it disobey me!?"
In his panic, he gripped the Soul Banner again, intending to use the spirit treasure's power to summon the soul back.
Yet no matter what methods the demonic cultivator employed, no matter how he called to it, the evil creature remained unmoved.
It seemed as though it had been afflicted by some bewitching poison. Its eyes stared straight at Yang Yuanhong, and it could no longer spare a thought for anything else.
"Impossible! How is this possible!!"
The young demonic cultivator roared, but the fear in his eyes had already overwhelmed his anger.
He frantically searched his