Soul Subduing Art, an unranked spell.
Its power depended on the caster's own divine soul strength.
If the caster's realm reached Foundation Establishment and could project spiritual sense outward, a single sweep could seize an enemy's soul.
If their realm had not reached Foundation Establishment, they could only use their eyes as a medium to cast it upon an enemy.
At that point, the Soul Subduing Art's soul-seizing effect would be greatly diminished, leaving only the power to intimidate and terrify.
Of course, if the gap in divine soul strength was too great, one could still barely seize another person's soul.
That was why Soul Refining Rogue Gu Yue had often beaten enemies into grievous injury, or waited until they were dead, then forcibly seized their souls before they dispersed and fused them into himself.
Luo Chen was now only at Entry Level.
Green light flared from his eyes, and the flapping pheasant before him instantly quieted down.
At the same time, Luo Chen felt his head grow a fraction heavier.
It was as if something were hanging onto his soul and tugging it outward.
The two sides were like they were playing tug-of-war.
But the pheasant was merely an ordinary wild beast. Its intelligence had yet to awaken, and its divine soul was weak.
With merely a thought, he took control of the tug-of-war.
"Come out!"
He silently called out in his heart. The next moment, he felt a phantom-like thing being drawn from the pheasant.
The instant it emerged, the surrounding temperature turned just a trace chilly.
But it was still the depths of winter, freezing cold to begin with, so Zhou Yuanli and Liu Qiang nearby did not notice.
At most, they took it for a gust of cold wind passing by.
They could not see the