"If it's not that person, who else could it be?"
"In this world, apart from that person, who else can perform such a bizarre Planting Devil in Taoist Heart?"
The Mystic Demon Sect Chief's pupils trembled, shocked and confused, then suddenly realized:
"No, now is not the time to consider these things. No matter who is in Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, we must escape quickly!"
"If we don't leave now, I'm afraid we'll really die here!"
But he wanted to go in his heart, yet his feet felt as if filled with mud and sand, heavy as Qian Jun, unable to move.
It seemed his consciousness had separated from his instincts.
His physical body was already beyond his control.
Just at that moment, that innocent yet eerie voice sounded once more in his ear:
"Why leave? Don't you want to be the Divine Lord's servant?"
"Don't you want to be the Divine Lord's servant?"
"Don't want to be a servant?"
...
This voice continued to echo in his ear.
