He looked as if he'd just been fished out of water!
Du Yu stared hard at Ukesh, enunciating each word: "Your soul will be absorbed,
You will be refined bit by bit,
Torn apart and devoured little by little..."
"Ah!" Ukesh's Demon Soul screamed in agony—he finally realized there was still one place left uncontrolled—his Demon Soul!
"Boss!"
"Chief!" Several of the Purple Turban goons cried out, only to see a wisp of Demon Soul abruptly surge from Ukesh's back.
Demon Soul Ukesh's face twisted grotesquely, his eyeballs bulging, mouth agape as if screaming something.
The Demon Soul, which should have slipped out unhindered, was obstructed. Was something dragging him back?
Indeed, that was exactly the case.
Du Yu kneaded Ukesh's shattered bones with his right hand,
While in his naturally-hanging left hand, beneath the broad sleeve of his windbreaker, he concealed a tiny Little Shadow Gu Tower.
