Buzz—
After the Celestial Demon Ancestor fell, a golden little figure flew out from his brow—it was his Nascent Soul.
The Nascent Soul's instant teleportation was extremely fast, nearly impossible to catch without special means.
But Lin Chang'sheng wielded the Myriad Soul Banner; with a flick, he captured the Celestial Demon Ancestor's Nascent Soul inside.
"I wonder if there's anything good in his storage bag?"
Lin Chang'sheng put the Celestial Demon Ancestor's corpse into the storage bag, collecting the bag as well.
But now wasn't the time to check—he immediately went to assess Yu Lingfei and Ling Yue's injuries below.
At this moment, Yu Lingfei had already fallen unconscious, while Ling Yue's inner mansion was wounded, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
If he'd arrived a moment later, both women would already be dead.
"Quick, save Fei'Er—I've suffered grievous wounds, my magical power is depleted!"
