"You can cut off all seven of its heads and place them in the Soul Purifying Flask. The nine of us combined can be a fighting force to assist you in battle," the head of the Soul Purifying Flask spoke.
Seeing this scene, the hellhound was very anxious.
That would be a fate of eternal enslavement. Right now, his will was his own, but once enslaved, his will would belong to someone else. That was something even more frightening than death.
"Isaac, if you dare do anything to me, the Lich King will definitely not let you off!" The central head quivered as it issued a threat.
"The Lich King? A being that can't even move in its true form and can only rely on its minions to get things done dares to threaten me? Someday, I'm going to grind his bones to dust, but for now, you get back into the flask!"
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