"Soul devouring and spirit consuming, demonic cultivator..."
The head visibly began to wither, and at this moment, Lin Chang'an, holding the Blood Evil Demon Saber, looked indifferently at the fallen and mockingly said:
"Mr. Meng, I told you to give Lin an explanation. With your strength, unlocking this demonic saber for me doesn't disgrace this magical treasure."
The next moment, a hand abruptly grabbed the falling head, and Lin Chang'an began to probe the other party's memory.
Meanwhile, the Blood Evil Demon Saber, which had just been refined, flickered with a ghostly light, not only devouring the soul and spirit but also consuming the remaining essence blood.
The three corpse puppets greedily devoured, yet a large amount of essence blood surged toward the demon saber from the wounds of the corpse.
The originally dark and dull demon saber glowed with a faint red light upon seeing blood.
At this moment, Lin Chang'an's mind flashed with memories, and he slowly opened his eyes.
