Ever since he had fed the Soul Devouring Beast last time, Wen Yan had developed some suspicions.
It was only now, upon truly encountering the Soul Devouring Beast and coming into contact with it, that he could sense even more.
He could sense that the Soul Devouring Beast seemed to have a stomachache, as if someone had added something to its body—the very substances Fake Mo Zhicheng had used for brainwashing.
Fake Mo Zhicheng wanted to control the Soul Devouring Beast, for with it at his command, he could do whatever he wanted, anything that crossed his mind.
But there was one detail that Fake Mo Zhicheng had overlooked.
If the Soul Devouring Beast wasn't invincible anymore and he could harm and control it, then so could others, naturally.
Wen Yan sensed the Soul Devouring Beast's acute discomfort, and a similar unease settled over him.
