Yang An's voice had, at this moment, become a life-reaping Buddhist chant.
As a Ghost Dao cultivator, Xuan You had actually felt oppressive force from a Corpse God for the first time, and it made him tremble slightly in that instant.
The moment he heard that voice, countless souls surged out from the vast black mist around Xuan You, throwing themselves one after another at Yang An. At the same time, Xuan You shifted through the mass of souls, choosing to evade at the first opportunity.
How laughable. A Ghost Dao cultivator had instinctively chosen to dodge an attack from a Corpse God.
At this moment, Xuan You had not even realized it. He only cared about getting out of Yang An's attack range.
Sure enough, the instant he left, light erupted once more. Immediately afterward came the screams of countless souls. The resentment from their collapsing forms soared into the sky, only to vanish without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Under that light, no matter how formidable those souls were, they could not withstand even an instant.
The light dispersed again and was drawn back into Yang An's body. He searched for Xuan You's figure as his body became a streak of gold, shooting toward Xuan You in an instant.
The roles of offense and defense had reversed. Yang An had become the one hunting Xuan You down, while Xuan You now looked more like a stray dog with nowhere to go.
"Where do you think you can run?"
Yang An appeared behind Xuan You, moving even faster. One punch landed on Xuan You's back, followed by over a hundred more in an instant.
Seeing that he could not evade Yang An's attacks, Xuan You counterattacked as well. Fists and kicks collided as the two became