Ever since the war between the Righteous and Demonic Paths began, Nascent Soul battles had broken out almost every year.
Yet to this day, barely any Nascent Soul True Lords had fallen.
That was because Nascent Souls were extremely difficult to intercept.
In Thousand Corpses' eyes, even if a few more Righteous Path True Lords joined forces to besiege him, they still could not stop his Nascent Soul.
"Lin Fan, This Seat will remember today's grudge!"
After throwing down a few harsh words, he flew toward the horizon, intending to find a suitable disciple to seize.
But in the very next instant—
He suddenly crashed into a great net.
"Not good!"
Thousand Corpse True Lord's expression changed drastically.
He had never imagined that Li Chang'an would actually possess a treasure specifically targeting Nascent Souls.
"What is this thing? Why can it stop This Seat's Nascent Soul?"
He struggled with all his might, his entire Nascent Soul glowing as he tried to break through the great net.
But with "Trapping Nascent Soul" as its name, how could this net let him break free so easily?
After several failed attempts, an ominous premonition arose in Thousand Corpses' heart.
"No, This Seat still has several hundred years of lifespan left. I absolutely cannot fall here!"
He hardened his heart and continued burning his lifespan, squeezing the very source of his Nascent Soul, sparing no cost as he charged against the Nascent Soul Trapping Net.
In an instant, his Nascent Soul shone, dazzlingly bright, like a blazing, majestic sun, its aura constantly rising.
But just then, A shadowy streak flew from Li Chang'an's hand and instantly nailed itself into his Nascent Soul.
"Ah—"
Thousand Corpse True Lord let out a miserable scream. The radiance around him immediately dimmed, and the process of burning his