Half an hour later, the Demon Skull's pitiful cries gradually faded, and blood-red grid-like patterns appeared on its face, while its fangs grew about an inch longer.
The double pupils in its eyes all turned an eerie shade of blue, making it look even more sinister and terrifying.
Yun Nianrong pressed her lips tightly together, her expression very solemn. Her hands turned into a blur as she quickly embedded layer upon layer of demon prohibitions into the skull.
It was now the final stage, the most critical moment, and she absolutely could not afford to be careless.
With the last layer of restriction inserted, the Demon Skull suddenly calmed down. It opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing all of the Netherworld Demon Fire in the altar.
Two sets of laughter echoed in the cave, the Demon Skull's sharp and piercing as if scraping metal, while Yun Nianrong's sounded crazily triumphant and full of contentment.
