Ghost Teng Master, although he has never seen the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, keenly sensed the terror of this flame. In a flash, his complexion turned ghastly, his lips moved twice, but he still showed no intention of speaking.
"It seems you want to taste the flavor of soul refining," Shen Luo said, feeling impatient. His gaze sharpened, and a layer of ominous black light appeared on his palm, ready to strike.
"I am very proficient in the art of soul refining, Master, let me do it!" Zhao Feiji, who was beside him, joyfully exclaimed. His eyes shot out two substantial black lights that struck the Ghost Teng Master's head.
The Ghost Teng Master felt an unbearable pain in his soul, as if millions of steel needles were simultaneously piercing into the deepest part of his divine soul. Unable to endure any longer, he screamed miserably, his face distorting and deforming.
