A secluded small courtyard in Linxi Mountain.
Suddenly, a person-high rift split the air, its shape resembling a vertical pupil. The inside was deep and pitch-black, causing one's mind to sway with just a glance.
The next moment, General Jin and his two companions tumbled out of the black vertical pupil like broken dolls.
The disheveled General Jin did not dare to complain, scrambling to his feet and kneeling on one knee toward the vertical rift.
"Spirit Venerable, spare me!"
Bang!
The heads of General Jin and his companions exploded suddenly, like smashed watermelons, with red and white chunks of flesh scattering across the ground.
Then, the flesh that covered the courtyard hissed as it sublimated like dry ice, turning into plumes of black smoke that slowly dissipated.
At the same time, the flesh around their necks moved and grew rapidly, and within a blink of an eye, brand new heads appeared unharmed.