Except this time, his prison wasn't made of metal.
It was made from the souls of the dead Pishachas.
The ghosts continuously moved around the cage, their bodies overlapping one another to form an almost impenetrable barrier.
Then—
Hisss...
Green mist began pouring from their mouths.
The poisonous mist slowly filled the interior of the cage.
Su Mo frowned.
He immediately raised his sword.
A terrifying sword intent erupted.
"Get out of my way!"
Slash!
A massive sword slash tore through one side of the ghostly cage.
For a brief moment, a huge opening appeared.
But before Su Mo could rush through it...
Whoosh!
Countless ghosts immediately surged forward from behind.
They filled the opening almost instantly.
The cage restored itself.
Su Mo's eyes narrowed.
'As expected.'
He swung his sword again.
Slash!
Another section was destroyed.
Again, the ghosts immediately replaced it.
No matter how many he destroyed...
There were always more waiting behind them.
