Wang Ping was merely surprised to hear this, and he subconsciously looked toward Batu.
HISS.
Yu Lian let out an instinctive hiss, her body expanding as she coiled around Wang Ping. She then sent a warning through his Spirit Sea: 'That blockhead's soul has suddenly become very active.'
Wang Ping didn't even need Yu Lian's reminder. As he looked at Batu, his consciousness, which had been like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly erupted with intense killing intent. Twisted, tentacle-like objects made of black threads began to seep from his skin.
"Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand. I just want you to know the problems you'll face after fusing with them. Suppression can provide temporary stability, but he needs to vent every so often. Otherwise, the only other option is to enter Death Seclusion."
Fire Box's gaze swept past Yu Lian before he met Wang Ping's eyes calmly. "If we team up, we just need to beat him into submission or let him vent until he's spent."
"Very well..."
