THUD~
The girl's body, no longer possessed by the Demon Fiend, fell stiffly to the ground with a heavy thud.
Shi Huaiying was speechless.
He stood there dumbfounded, his eyes wide as he stared blankly at the translucent phantom trapped in mid-air.
As the struggling phantom manifested, its form became clearly visible. Its silhouette was roughly human, but it had six...
No, eight arms!
Its hair was made of thick, long strands that writhed continuously like small snakes.
'Is that a human soul?'
'This is clearly a Demon Fiend!'
And this Demon Fiend had just escaped from his daughter's body...
Shi Huaiying's mouth gaped open, but no words came out.
He stiffly lowered his head, his gaze falling upon his daughter's... corpse... on the floor.
The cold flicker of Vitality from a moment ago was gone. The corpse was now completely rigid, with death spots already forming and a stench of decay emanating from it.
THUMP~
