Blood splashed everywhere, all being sucked into the hazy silhouette floating upon Luo Shan’s body.
Within those splashing streams of blood, one could see the faint silhouettes of Luo Feng and his two brothers. They were struggling, roaring in rage, screaming and wailing themselves hoarse, crying and begging for mercy. However, the suction force released by the hazy silhouette was way too strong, swallowing all three of them in whole without having any power of resistance.
Nearly a hundred Senior Magi among all those warriors they brought over, who were pointed out as trusted subordinates of Luo Feng and his two brothers, were beheaded as well.
This was Taisi’s suggestion. After all, Luo Shan had died once already, and his soul had left his body. Even if his soul could be redeemed with the mysterious soul-redeeming magic, more or less, damages would be left in his body. Some sequela, such as dementia, were hard to avoid.