"It's really not easy, finally triggered the plot!"
Facing the soul that had just formed, Su Ran was not afraid but rather delighted. If it weren't for the fear of setting off a trap, he would have jumped up with excitement.
"Hmm?"
The little zombie curiously glanced at the soul in the prison, but in less than a second, it looked away, mounted the bony centipede, and resumed its street cruising mode.
"Whoo~ Whoo~"
Gusts of eerie wind howled and swirled continuously around the soul, forming whirlwinds in the air, indicating how strong the wind's speed was.
Strangely, even standing so close to the prison, Su Ran didn't feel a hint of the wind, which seemed quite unscientific.
If this soul were to be drawn out and absorbed by the Ancient Relic, how awesome would that be? The favorability of the Ancient Poisonous Dragon might just surge through the roof.
As it turned out, Su Ran was overthinking.
