"Pain, pain, Xiaomu hurts..."
"Pain, pain, Xiaojin hurts..."
"..."
Under the scorching of the True Fire, the five Wraith Ghost Soldiers each let out a piercing scream, and the resentment within their bodies began to evaporate.
As the resentment decreased, the bodies of the Wraith Ghost Soldiers became more and more ethereal, thin, becoming transparent souls.
Soon after, the transparent bodies of the five Wraith Ghost Soldiers began to emit faint strands of blood mist, which were then burned into nothingness by the True Fire.
That blood mist was the Essence Blood Wu Jiao left in the Ghost Soldiers' bodies when refining them.
At this moment, as the Essence Blood was scorched out by the True Fire, the connection between the five Wraith Ghost Soldiers and Wu Jiao was completely severed.
"Pfft."
Underneath the black robe, Wu Jiao's face turned instantly pale, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"You little brat, what have you done to my children?"
