Inside the space of the Sword Storing Book.
The Cloud Jiao Demon Soul was now looking at Lin Shiming with a face full of horror, one of its claws already drenched in blood.
Unlike the outside world, it could use divine skills to project all attacks infinitely far away.
Within the space of the Sword Storing Book, its spatial movement was directly locked; though it was powerful, it couldn't break free from the binding of a Spiritual Treasure.
At this moment, it was injured by the Qiu Xue Sword and Lin Shiming's strike.
And this feeling of being injured, it hadn't experienced for countless years.
"You have indeed grown too much. I've changed my mind; I want to slowly savor your Nascent Soul!" the Cloud Jiao Demon Emperor said with a hint of bloodlust, and in this moment, its form changed once more.
