Zhao Xuan's face darkened. Around him seemed to gather clouds invisible to ordinary people, with the roar of thunder unceasing and flashes of lightning serpents darting past from time to time.
The people in the hall felt their scalps go numb. They could sense that if they so much as touched that resplendent purple-gold lightning, they would die on the spot.
It was a tremor that came from the depths of their souls...
The captain could not help swallowing hard before prostrating himself toward the figure upon the throne. "Great God of Souls, please grant us power."
It was not that he lacked tact. He feared these two heavyweights would start fighting; if that happened, nothing would remain. It would be better to take the benefits and run first.
"Power?"
The figure seated upon the throne murmured softly, seemingly pondering something. Yet the captain and first mate suddenly felt their hearts skip a beat, seized by a bad premonition.
"Very well. I shall grant you power... power equal to my own."
The next moment, a whistling sound suddenly rose throughout the hall, as though something were flying through the air.
"These are..."
Zhao Xuan shuddered. Under his divine sense, those invisible things were exposed in full detail, with nowhere to hide.
Those things were clearly the spiritual bodies of Spirit Beasts and humans. Compared to the spiritual bodies outside, which had already taken visible forms, these were far weaker, yet they still remained beyond the resistance of ordinary people.
"Ah!!!"
The spiritual bodies crazily burrowed into the ordinary people's bodies, and the pain inflicted upon their souls made them howl hysterically.
In mere moments, those standing in the hall fell like harvested wheat. Solidified spiritual bodies rushed out one after another, their forms now visible to the naked eye.
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