Judging from An Xuanming and An Shuang's current condition, they had clearly both suffered soul wounds.
The rarity and expense of Origin Soul Springs showed just how severe soul wounds were. They could be called the most serious and incurable injuries for cultivators. Once the damage became severe, there would be no power left to resist—one could only wait for death.
Of course, Li Tianming had no intention of finishing them off. For now, he merely wanted them under control and in pain.
By now, nearly every An Clan member present knew that victory and defeat had been decided. There was no need to keep tormenting these two "little darlings."
Li Tianming immediately called back White Night and White Wind. An Shuang broke free of the illusion realm and the realm control at last, but for a moment, she could not tell illusion from reality. Tears streamed from her eyes, her face turned deathly pale, and she seemed utterly despairing as she collapsed limply onto the ground, like a dead fish.
"Why is she so devastated? What did you do to her?" Li Tianming asked White Night.
"What do you mean, what did I do to her? I'm just a soulbeast. What could I possibly do to her?" White Night looked utterly innocent, then whispered, "I only made her think, in her dream, that you forced yourself on her!"
"Fuck! What is wrong with you?!" Li Tianming was so furious he practically smoked.
Though it had all been fake, merely making An Shuang suffer a delusion... judging by her collapsed, desperate state, she clearly could not distinguish truth from falsehood right now.
"Kill him! Kill him... wuwu... kill..." An Shuang lay trembling on the ground, howling miserably and crying her heart out, drawing everyone's gaze.
She was miserable, but An