His expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Alright, everyone, time waits for no one. Let's cut the idle talk and begin the soul summoning for Daoist Shen Ni."
"Alright!"
The other three Demon Gods responded in unison, putting aside their thoughts and starting to set up an ancient and mysterious soul summoning ritual around the grass hut.
Soon, as the ritual commenced, the Wuliang black energy and deathly stillness of the entire Undying Mountain seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, madly converging towards the grass hut.
Under the control of the four Demon Gods, these extremely pure negative energies were continuously compressed and condensed, ultimately forming a pitch-black coffin exuding an ominous aura, as if it could devour all light.
"Thief, it's your turn to act," the Shadow Demon God urged, his voice becoming even deeper under the encirclement of the black energy.
"Heh heh, just watch, everyone."
