Xie Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes, a murderous aura emanating from his pupils. He closed his eyes and yelled, "Wood spell, extreme cool whip torture!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the roots and vines that had wrapped around the Nightmare Spirit loosened, while those at its feet remained tightly coiled.
Then, the freed roots and vines whipped the Nightmare Spirit like thick leather whips, continuously producing a heart-stopping and resounding "smack smack smack."
Xie Xiaofeng saw tiny glints of Primordial Spirit and Primordial Soul, shimmering as they drifted away from the Nightmare Spirit's body.
"Wuu wuu aaah!" The Nightmare Spirit let out a mournful and pitiful howl.
After half a minute, with thousands of roots and vines still whipping the Nightmare Spirit, Xie Xiaofeng asked, "Are you going to tell me how many accomplices you have left?"
"If I... tell you, will you let me go?" the voice of the Nightmare Spirit trembled.