The Blood Demon Ancestor let out a miserable scream and fell backward, dead.
His soul was completely shattered by Chen Lan, crushed beyond repair.
Reconstruction!
With a wave of Chen Lan's hand, a semi-transparent soul appeared above the corpse of the Blood Demon Ancestor, hovering.
However, it didn't seem to have any spiritual light, like an idiot.
With a gentle press of his hand, the soul slowly entered the Blood Demon Ancestor's body.
"Phew!" The Blood Demon Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and gasped for air.
The feeling of death was too painful; he never wanted to endure it again.
But when he got up and saw Chen Lan, his expression immediately turned unpleasant.
"Great Emperor, I beg you, please let me go. The soul restriction is still there; it can't be destroyed." The Blood Demon Ancestor repeatedly kowtowed, pleading with Chen Lan not to torture him anymore.
That feeling just now was truly unbearable.
