Soul Fixed Curse, Rebirth Mantra.
Two curses sounded simultaneously, one fixing the divine soul, the other restraining the physical body.
It can be said that these are two major trump cards, making it impossible for people to guard against.
Seeing Xu Zimei being immobilized, the voice of the Lord of the Dead Spirits penetrated layers of black mist.
The voice was ethereal yet vast, saying: "Demon Lord, if you admit defeat, I can let you go."
"Between you and me, this is just a spar, there's no need for a life-and-death struggle."
The Lord of the Dead Spirits knew that Xu Zimei could definitely hear what he was saying.
Even though he was currently immobilized, there was no way he could be so weak as to let others manipulate him.
Indeed, the next moment Xu Zimei's laughter rang out.
"Dead Spirits Taoist Friend, we haven't truly started fighting yet, and you want me to admit defeat, that would be too weak."
