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The spiritual aura unique to a peak True Lord erupted.

Such ability would have made him an overlord wherever he went.

The instant that aura bloomed, ripples formed from spiritual energy thundered outward and razed the small courtyard behind him to the ground. If it continued, even the surrounding Gathering Lords Tower might be shattered by the great cultivator's pressure.

Unfortunately, even a cultivator like this had no power to resist in Tu Shan Jun's hands.

The black-red threads tightened along with the ghostly hand.

All spiritual auras froze.

The Overseer lowered his head in horror. He actually saw a double image of his Yin Spirit.

No, it was not a double image. His Yin Spirit had left his body. Those black-red threads were not embedded in his flesh and blood at all—they had locked tightly around his Yin Spirit and were dragging it out.

After cultivating for so many years, he had never seen such a strange divine ability.

Tu Shan Jun's gaze swept over the surroundings before he withdrew it. He said blandly, "Fighting within the city would kill many people, so I can only trouble you to die by my hand first."

A phantom shrine appeared behind the Overseer. The black-red threads seemed to extend from within that shrine.

At that moment, the Overseer felt even his thoughts slowing, as though he had fallen into a daze for an instant.

Once that daze passed, his Yin Spirit had already left his body.

In the blink of an eye, it was wrapped into a rice dumpling by the black-red threads.

It fell into the hands of the black-robed cultivator.

"Devour Soul."

A blood basin of a mouth filled with fangs opened. The blue-faced cultivator finally seemed to reveal his true form as an evil ghost, ready to tear