"I want to see, where exactly the demon wraith in this painting is hidden..."
Mo Hua's eyes flickered slightly as he stepped towards the depths of the Demon Refining Diagram.
"My Divine Sense has been stuck for too long."
"This time, it should advance further..."
...
While Jin Gui's Divine Soul was obliterated by Mo Hua with a single finger.
In a grand hall, deep within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
A gust of sinister wind swept across an altar.
A lamp in front of Jin Gui's physical body was instantly extinguished.
The more than ten bustling monster cultivators managing the hall fell silent in an instant, their expressions showing a hint of bewilderment.
"What's going on? The lamp... extinguished?"
"How could it be extinguished?"
"A person's death is like a lamp extinguishing, did his Divine Soul... just die like that?"
Some monster cultivator stewards immediately showed cold smiles.
One monster cultivator sneered and said:
"He really was a useless waste!"
