Master Zhang's soul, like a miniature version of his body, was restrained within the palm-sized array by Lin Mo, trembling and furiously shouting, "If you don't let me go, my master will definitely kill you and leave you with nowhere to bury your corpse."
Master Zhang's strength had reached the Emperor Peak, and after practicing a secret technique, he was able to retain his soul on Earth for a while, absorbing yin energy and evil qi, thus transforming into ghost cultivators and other types of spiritual bodies.
Originally, Master Zhang had planned to hide his soul with a spiritual treasure given by his master after Lin Mo and the others had left and later transform into a ghost cultivator, but Lin Mo saw through it all.
"Stop the noise." Lin Mo snorted coldly, a golden flame enveloped the miniature version of Master Zhang, burning fiercely, the pain of the soul being scorched was tens of thousands of times worse than flaying.
