Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes, looking at the fresh blood dripping from Baili An's palm, and chuckled, "Who would have thought the young lord possessed such skills, not only able to control the Tree Demon but also to strengthen the body of the Demon Vine. Such prowess in Demon Control is truly awe-inspiring; it seems I was the one overestimating myself within the Wandao Immortal Alliance.
However, the young lord is quite ruthless, to think a mere mistake has cost him his life, and now you might carelessly abandon me as well."
"You flatter me, elder Ning," Baili An did not entertain her probing, glancing briefly across the cultivators pulled from the raging darkness.
They each had a lifeless expression, huddled with their knees to their chests, staring blankly with bloodshot eyes, saliva continuously dripping from their mouths, as though they had been struck by some soul-separating technique.
