Time flies, now he is a Great Demon, but he doesn't know where that centipede is.
"Old Demon, let me down quickly."
Little Fatty's cry rang out, as he was bound by silk threads transformed from Zhou You's Demonic Power and hung upside down from a tree.
He had never been so aggrieved in his life, even if it was just a strand of his soul.
Zhou You glanced at him, snapped his fingers, and the demonic power dissipated, causing Little Fatty's soul to fall heavily to the ground.
"It hurts so much."
"You're just a soul, how can it hurt?"
"I..."
Little Fatty opened his mouth, suddenly showing a tired look.
His soul had been out of his body for five or six days, and any ordinary person would have already been unable to hold on.
Zhou You snapped his fingers, and a strand of essence entered Little Fatty's body, prolonging his soul.
"Cultivate according to the method I taught you." Zhou You urged.
Compared to Earth King Corpse, he was much more ferocious and strict.