Countless shrill ghost cries rang beside his ears, and Lin Xuan stared grimly at the phantom images in the sky.
Yin souls!
And they were not vengeful ghosts formed after ordinary people died, but the essence souls of demon beasts. Their number had reached a horrifying degree as well—over a thousand of them.
"Heh heh, Brother Lin, what do you think? You never expected this, did you!"
An extremely smug laugh entered his ears. Mo Mang held a fist-sized bronze bell in his hand, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Not bad. It truly gave me quite a shock."
After Lin Xuan arched a brow, he recovered his calm composure. "Although I had long expected that once the treasure was found, Your Excellency would certainly turn on me, I did not expect you to have such a trump card."
At this point, Lin Xuan glanced at the beast souls floating around Mo Mang. "These things should be restrictions set up by ancient cultivators. I did not expect Your Excellency to actually be able to control them. Well? Are you interested in explaining a thing or two to Lin?"
Seeing that Lin Xuan's face showed not the slightest trace of panic, Mo Mang's expression could not help darkening. But immediately after, as if he had thought of something, his brow relaxed, and he burst into an unrestrained laugh. "Heh heh, Brother Lin, there is no need to feign calm. The beast-soul restrictions I am controlling right now—unless Your Excellency's strength has advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, you are certain to die. There is absolutely no chance of fortune."
"Fellow Daoist has yet to answer my question."
"Very well. Brother Lin's courage is commendable. Considering that you also contributed quite a bit on this treasure-hunting road, I will let you die as