What kind of demon beast is this...
Mo Wuxie, tightly wrapped in a black cloth, couldn't move and was only able to make limited movements with her head.
She stared blankly at the small bug in Ye Yun's hand for about a second before bursting into hysterical laughter.
"Haha, you want to consume the foundation of my Immortality?
Are you crazy?
Your lowly, inferior Lower Realm has no creature capable of devouring the foundation of my Immortality, haha, the difference in level between me and the Spirit of the Divine Soil is too vast! Beyond your imagination!"
Mo Wuxie laughed wildly.
Although she was controlled by this peculiar black cloth, she believed that no treasure or creature in this world could threaten the foundation of her Immortality.
She was an Immortal, an Immortal with the foundation of Immortality within her.
No power in this world could obliterate the foundation of her Immortality; if it could, she would have been dead already.
"What?
