Two brothel women collapsed dead on the spot, their bodies instantly consumed by flames, leaving only two pools of blood on the ground.
Zhao Tianming was rendered speechless, not daring to utter a single word.
Too cruel.
Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue, witnessing this scene, also remained silent.
Murong Ziyue secretly exchanged a glance with Xin Lin.
She anxiously surveyed her surroundings, clearly looking for her mother's figure.
Xin Lin gestured for her to stay calm.
"In one breath, it has devoured too much Ghost Energy. The rest should be locked up."
The bluish-purple flame let out a satisfied burp.
Tonight, it was truly stuffed; twenty ghost soldiers at once slightly compensated for the weakened ghost due to the loss of the Ghost Pill.
"The men to the left, the women to the right, no noise, or I'll eat you."
The bluish-purple flame had a fiery temper, separating the remaining living people and imprisoning them separately.
