1939 Backstabbing everyone

Senior White asked, "Did it work?"

"Yup," said Song Shuhang with a laugh. He stretched out his hand and pressed it down on the bag; the inner demon inside the bag began squirming around.

"Can you open it up and let us see what this inner demon looks like?" the black Scarlet Heaven Sword asked curiously—normally, inner demons did not have a fixed form as they were ever-changing.

However, since the inner demon had now materialized, it should have a pshysical form.

Was it going to take the form of what the cultivator was most afraid of? If so, then would Young Master Hai's inner demon be... Song Shuhang?

If an inner demon that looked just like him came out of the bag, would Song Shuhang still be able to cut it into slices?

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword began to look forward to the next few moments.

Sixteen, Senior White, Sister White Dragon, and the others all came closer, also curious.