"Turn the Spirit Saint into the fuel for my soul."
The chairman smiled coldly, he seemed to see success right in front of him.
"Hmm, where did the Spirit Saint's soul go?"
The chairman noticed that at least half of the Spirit Saint's soul had disappeared.
"Guess what, old man? You've made me anxious for so long. Instead of becoming your sacrifice, I'd rather escape with a part of my soul, just like the Blood Saint did sixteen years ago, directly splitting my soul into two."
The Spirit Saint smiled.
He had endured for so many years, but finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Hahaha, you old ghost who refuses to die, let's go to hell together."
After saying this, the Spirit Saint was about to detonate his soul when he was stopped by the Duke of Vampires.
"Sigh, Spirit Saint, all your cultivation techniques were taught by me. I can completely sense where your other half of the soul is."
"Your plan failed, and you will surely face my punishment."
The chairman said coldly.
