Bai Ying's expression was indifferent, and the flame in her palm grew even brighter. The light of the Purifying Flame illuminated her blood-stained face, making her appear exceptionally grim.
"Noisy."
Without hesitation, she pressed the flames onto the cage.
Although the "Mysterious Yin Undying Body" is powerful, based on her understanding of the demon race, the more powerful a demon's technique is, the more souls need to be sacrificed, and in the end, she herself will become a monster that is neither human nor ghost.
She didn't care about such a technique at all!
The demonic soul let out a scream that was not human, and its soul body twisted and deformed in the flames.
The demonic energy that had been cultivated for thousands of years was gradually purified, revealing its most primal resentment.
"Ah—! You will die a horrible death! The Demon Lord will avenge me! I will wait for you in the deepest hell..."
The screams lasted for a full ten breaths, finally dissipating into the world with the last wisp of black smoke. The entire ancestral hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence, with only the pool of black blood on the ground gradually evaporating as proof of the thrilling battle that had just taken place.
Bai Ying let out a long sigh of relief, only then realizing that her back was already soaked in cold sweat.
Sweat trickled down her cheeks, mingling with the blood and congealing into dark red drops on her chin. She struggled to stay upright; this battle, seemingly won easily, had in fact been incredibly perilous.
From being initially outmatched, to later being lured in, and finally delivering the decisive blow.
Every step is a carefully designed trap.
Even those seemingly futile attacks were all for the purpose of implanting dragon scale golden threads into the demon man's body.
Otherwise, the unique weakness of the "Mysterious Yin Undying Body" would be impossible to find.
Bai Ying wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and turned to look at the corner of the ancestral hall. Bai Di's spirit was already paralyzed with fear, his face, which bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Bai Yanfeng, was filled with terror.
This once arrogant and domineering younger sister now trembles like a quail waiting to be slaughtered.
"Now..." Bai Ying's fingertip ignited a spark, "It's your turn."
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