Inside the Tiangang-Disha Formation, the air was so heavy it seemed you could squeeze water from it.
"Next, who will step up to face death?"
Lin Dong's face was cold as he looked at the Qin Family Patriarch Qin Zong and Zijin Knight Jin.
Before they could respond, suddenly, a wisp of black fog floated out from the body of Tang Ku, whose head Lin Dong had severed.
That was precisely Tang Ku's spirit and soul.
Tang Ku's spirit wandered within the formation, eyes full of unwillingness and despair, trying to escape.
However, at this moment, he felt an irresistible force slowly pulling him towards the center of the formation—where Lin Dong stood, holding the Soul-lock Chains, his face frosty.
"Hmph, still trying to escape?" Lin Dong snorted coldly, tightening the Soul-lock Chains sharply, pulling Tang Ku's spirit completely over.
Tang Ku's spirit let out a piercing scream, while also pleading to Qin Zong and Zijin Knight Jin:
"Brother Qin, Brother Jin, save me!"
