Inner Demons

The soul, missing its memory, remained stunned in the air for a long time, then a look of impatience and anger appeared on its face—it seemed that not being able to recall why it hadn't thought of this sooner made it extremely unhappy and unable to let go.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably calm down and deliberate at this point. But a soul is full of obsession, and its temperament is very different from that of an ordinary person.

The Evil King nervously pondered for a little while longer, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted harshly: "Annoying! Clamorous! Can't remember! Can't remember! What about it?!"

After roaring this, he seemed afraid that Li Yunxin would question him further and undermine his momentum. He immediately turned and fiercely lunged toward the eye socket!

He was already close to the skeleton, and Li Yunxin couldn't stop him. As he lunged forward, the skeleton seemed to sense something—the filaments crawling on the bones stood up like ten thousand poisonous snakes, blossoming into a fluorescent chrysanthemum, as if opening its embrace to welcome the Evil King.

So Li Yunxin witnessed a strange sight—

The Evil King's soul was suddenly stretched out. It was as if that "chrysanthemum" possessed a powerful attraction. It first sucked the head into a long, thin strand, while the body remained behind.

This change made the Evil King's face look distorted, as if he were suffering great pain.

But... it seemed that was indeed the case!