There were members of the Demon Race, and also human immortal cultivators.
Quite a few of them looked familiar to Lin Xuan; most were unlucky fellows he had killed, after which he had taken their souls into the Beast Soul Banner and imprisoned them there.
Lin Xuan made a rough count, and there were actually nearly ten thousand of them.
The yin wind was black as ink. Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly; even he felt his scalp prickle a little.
What exactly was the little girl trying to do?
One had to know that although the Beast Soul Banner could absorb countless souls, it could not store physical objects.
"Go!"
Yue'er gave a soft cry and lightly pointed her jade hand forward.
At once, ten thousand ghosts roared in unison. That sound hooked the soul and shook the spirit. Whether cultivators or members of the Demon Race, at this moment, after being refined by the Beast Soul Banner, they had all become wronged souls and evil ghosts.
Terrifying baleful qi surged out in abundance. Those countless ghostly things turned into streaks of afterimages, scrambling over one another as they pounced toward the corpse of the Ancient Beast on the ground.
Could it be...
Lin Xuan could be considered broadly experienced, but seeing this scene, he could not help feeling somewhat astonished. He sighed softly. This Ancient Beast truly was unlucky to the extreme.
Ten thousand ghosts had already pounced upon it, dividing up the crocodile's corpse and devouring it.
Although it was a full eight or nine hundred zhang in size, there were simply too many ghostly things. With countless wronged souls each taking a bite, they ate it until not a scale or scrap remained.
And this Ancient Beast had lived long enough that since its hide, fur,