Seeing the White Dragon Lord agreeing, the catwoman nodded.

"Then please take out the banshee with your Excellency Amos. I can't cast it through the crystal bottle."

The White Dragon Lord first used a soul magic to stun the banshee, then lifted the magic restriction on the bottle stopper, opened the bottle stopper, and took out the banshee with the soul-catching hand.

The catwoman put his paws on the head of the struggling banshee and the transformation began.

The banshee screamed suddenly, and the struggle became even stronger. The White Dragon Lord increased the output of soul power.

The power of life is like poison to the undead, and it offsets the power of death in the banshee's body. If the catwoman had not controlled the rhythm, the banshee's soul body would have collapsed instantly.

Taking into account the ability of the Banshee to bear, it cannot convert too much at once, so the efficiency will naturally slow down.

Time passes little by little.

The banshee's struggle was getting lower and lower, and the screaming was not as powerful as before. Correspondingly, the concentration of the power of death in its body began to decrease, and the scarlet in its eyes gradually converged, and a hint of clarity was restored.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

A female voice that looked like a lark sounded in everyone's hearts. Seeing the confusion in the banshee's eyes, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The Banshee has recovered her consciousness!

The cat woman wiped the sweat beads on her forehead. This transformation was like an operation. Killing someone only requires one knife, but saving one person requires a lot of knifes. Moreover, the knife knife must have a very high technical content. As the surgeon, the cat woman naturally consumes the most.

The second is the White Dragon Lord, which consumes the power of the soul and cannot be seen on the surface.

While maintaining the soul hand, the White Dragon Lord answered the Banshee's question just now.

"I don't know where you are. As for who we are, it's a bit complicated and I can't finish it in a day."

"So, you'd better answer my question first. Let's tell us how much do you know about Isaac Hill, a lich."

Hearing the name of Isaac Hill, the Elf Banshee was reminiscent of her past memories, and she suddenly became excited, her expression was distorted, and her eyes burst into astonishing hatred, struggling violently in the hands of the soul.

The White Dragon Lord explained while stabilizing the soul's hand and avoiding the banshee's excessive behavior.

"Calm down! Calm down! We are here to find trouble for Isaac Hill and avenge your world."

When the banshee heard this, her struggle weakened, and anger and surprise transformed on her face and asked excitedly.

"Really?! Are you really here to avenge our world?"

In fact, we are just here to grab Isaac's territory.

But looking at the banshee's expectant eyes, the White Dragon Lord could not say anything.

"Yes! Isaac must die!"

Lord White Dragon said firmly.

The banshee's emotions gradually stabilized, and she quickly thought about the causes and consequences of the matter. After all, she was also a big figure in the elf race during her lifetime. She was just emotionally excited before and could not think rationally.

The White Dragon Lord deceived it, but it didn't care, because the White Dragon Lord didn't deceive it: Isaac must die!

That's enough!

"Let me go."

"Yes, but you must guarantee that you won't run away."

"Don't worry, I will never leave you before I saw Isaac's death with my own eyes."

When it comes to Isaac, the hatred radiates from the banshee as surging as the sea.

I think so, the White Dragon Lord let go of the Banshee.

The banshee stood on the ground, first looking at her current appearance, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes, then it put away the sadness and bent down to salute everyone with her skirt.
Chapter completed!