So, the wails rose again, like tides!
Then, gurgling, gurgling...
Ten minutes later, when Ji Jue reluctantly stood up from beside the patient, the Ghost Shadow on the ground had been thoroughly hollowed out, having no energy to even wail—it looked like a sucked-dry milk carton, shriveled and stiff.
Even the four eyes on its face had been preventatively removed by Ji Jue to avoid presbyopia.
After donating blood seven or eight times in a row, the surrounding remnants had become dim and flickering, like candles in the wind. Under the ravenous gaze of the vehicle lights, one after another retreated backwards, waving their hands in terror.
Nothing left, nothing at all, not a single drop left!
Having almost completely extracted the soul from the Ghost Shadow, forcibly squeezing out the Mutated Pollution and spiritual essence, Ji Jue's hand finally revealed the result.
A crystal the size of a thumb.
