Plunder

"Daoist friend? What are you trying to do?" Sensing Fang Yuan's unusual actions, Zhuo Ying felt a sense of panic.

"Do? Well, of course, I'm here to plunder your techniques and then annihilate your body and soul." Fang Yuan controlled the seventy-two low-grade Spirit Treasure flying swords, surrounding the Golden Core, exerting their power to immobilize it, and then reached out to grasp Zhuo Ying's Golden Core.

Feeling her life essence being held in Fang Yuan's grip and hearing his words, Zhuo Ying became even more anxious.

She wanted to vibrate the air to produce sound and plead for mercy, but Fang Yuan tightly held onto her Golden Core, leaving her unable to move. Even her Mana was sealed.

Without a physical body and under the influence of the seventy-two low-grade Spirit Treasure flying swords, she couldn't exert any strength.