In front of the throne of the Void Temple, eight awls of time formed by mystic time and filled with Dao Patterns condensed one after another.
Puff, puff, puff!
"Eight Soul Release Awls? My lord…"
"Pfft!"
Among the Temple Masters, a woman was about to step out and beg for mercy when a Snake of Time suddenly crawled out of her mouth.
The Master of Time said coldly, "As I said, before the time is up, no one is allowed to plead for mercy for her."
Except for this Temple Master, no one was moved. Someone shook his head slightly. The Soul Release Awl was a seal that released the power of perception. Eight Soul Release Awls could magnify the senses of Ximen Ling'er's body and soul by eight times.
Although she wouldn't die, to be honest, 100,000 years was too long. It was simply worse than death.
"Puff ~"
"Cough ~"