"Do you really think you can withstand us Primordial Spirits!"
Seeing the distance to that Pill Furnace getting closer, the Netherworld Commander snorted disdainfully, opening his large mouth, revealing a dark, ink-black tongue covered in a myriad of twisted, eerie texts.
These texts carried a mysterious and majestic power.
The Devil Demon Saint Sons beside him merely glanced at them and immediately felt a cold sensation all over, as if their souls were about to leave their bodies, being directly extracted.
"It's Yin Department Characters, don't look, don't think.
These are texts of the dead, if imprinted in the mind, will force the soul to leave the body, and never return."
Recognizing those bizarre texts first, Yousu Wuji shouted loudly, warning the Devil Demon Saint Sons beside him.
Upon hearing Yousu Wuji's words, the Devil Demon Saint Sons quickly turned their heads away, closed their eyes and stopped thinking about those texts, even directly erasing that part of memory.
