In an instant, baleful energy surged, and faint sounds of ghosts weeping could be heard. The Song Brothers turned pale, their teeth chattering; they could not even utter a word of pleading.
Three clusters of dark green flames drifted down from the Hundred Soul Banner and sank into the three men's bodies. Against the glow of the Ghost Fire, Ye Tian's expression grew ever more sinister. Gripping the Hundred Soul Banner in his right hand, he continuously poured spiritual power into it.
At first, the three men wore agonized expressions. Though unable to move, they could still be seen struggling faintly. Yet moments later, all three stopped breathing.
Ye Tian shifted the Hundred Soul Banner to his left hand and formed a hand seal with his right, firing several streaks of white light into their bodies. Then, drawn by the white light, three yellow spheres of light were pulled from their bodies.
Those were the three men's souls. They struggled to flee, but Ye Tian snorted and waved the small banner in his hand. A wave of black energy immediately swept forth, wrapping the yellow spheres together.
"Receive!"
With a whoosh, the Hundred Soul Banner expanded. The Ghost Mist drifting from it transformed into a ferocious Skull Artifact, which opened its mouth and swallowed the three souls whole.
Rather than relaxing, Ye Tian's expression became even graver. Hand seal after hand seal entered the ghost banner. With both hands extended, dark green Ghost Fire spewed forth from within.
The refining began...
Should he strike, or take the chance to leave?
Lin Xuan hesitated briefly, then turned away without expression. Though his strength was no longer what it had once been, Demon Cultivators were far too strange and mysterious.
To rashly make a move without certainty would be unwise.
Moreover, as