A strong fear surged in his heart, Mo Tian felt his doom was imminent.
"What I obviously want is the spell of soul curse. If you won't speak, I have countless ways to torture you and ensure you won't die," Yin Yang Tian cruelly laughed, reaching through the air and sucking Mo Tian towards him.
Severely injured, Mo Tian was completely powerless to resist.
"First method, I will crush all the bones in your body," Yin Yang Tian said viciously, without hesitation reaching for Mo Tian.
Yin Yang Tian was certainly not joking; he needed to obtain the spell of soul curse as soon as possible.
Yin Yang Tian couldn't wait a moment longer, he wanted to increase his cultivation level, he wanted to kill Feng Wuchen.
"If you dare take another step forward, I will immediately destroy my memory! You will gain nothing," Mo Tian pressed his finger to his forehead, coldly threatening Yin Yang Tian.
"Swoosh!"
