"Ahhhhh..."
The cultivator screamed miserably, surrounded by enemies who either bit him or tore him apart. In an instant, there was almost nothing left of a living person, not even the blood on the ground. A snow-white Leopard Demon lay on the ground licking it, while a departing Soul only had time to glance back at his own wretched state, before being pulled by an eerie force, swooshing towards the top of the Jade Stairs. Lao San was shocked and hugged Lao Si to dodge, watching helplessly as the Soul disappeared into the gate…
"Right, the hall!"
Seeing this, Lao San suddenly had a thought, turned around, and shouted to Lao Wu, who was still struggling alone,
"Lao Wu, the hall!"
