The wandering soul was excavated from the rubble by me; he lay on the ground gasping for breath. After regaining some spirit, he showed a ferocious demeanor, just like last time.
Now the iron chains restraining his entire body are no longer connected to any other object; he can move freely, allowing him to lunge at me with bared teeth and claws.
Without mercy, I shattered the kneecaps of his two legs, once again rendering him unable to move freely.
Tan Xiang had heard the cartographer mention the wandering soul, and had seen my previous attempts to awaken the wandering soul. He came over and said, "Are you trying to get information from him? But now he's like this, how are you going to dig the nails out of his brain?"
"Like this." I extended my finger.
I am not a neurosurgery expert; of course, I can't safely remove the nails from his brain tissue without harming his life.
