Soul Sacrifice · Spirit Refining!
The black-robed youth roared himself hoarse.
His roar pierced the heavens, carrying a sense of utter resolve.
With that roar, the world was instantly shrouded in darkness.
It became dim and lightless, as though the apocalypse had descended!
Countless wronged souls frantically surged out from those skulls radiating an eerie aura:
"Roar! Hiss!"
Their faces were twisted and savage as they let out miserable shrieks.
Like a black flood, they rushed to burrow into the black-robed youth's body.
Every shriek contained a terrifying power that sent chills down one's spine.
As if countless blades were about to tear apart the souls of everyone present.
The sound materialized into shockwaves that rippled through the air.
Making the blood of some weaker cultivators seem to freeze throughout their bodies!
"Young Master! Don't use the secret art!"
The two dying Soul Hall Protectors widened their eyes.
They screamed with every last shred of strength they had!
Their voices were filled with urgency and despair.
"That is a technique only safe for Dou Zuns to use!"
One of the Protectors shouted in terror, his voice trembling.
The level of this secret art had long exceeded the limits of what a Dou Zong could use!
If the black-robed youth forced himself to use it, he would not be able to bear the consequences!
"If you force yourself to use it, then fuse with the Netherworld Spirit Bone..."
"Even if you win, you won't survive!"
The Protector on the other side wept bitterly as he tried to dissuade him.
His heart was filled with helplessness and pain.
He could only watch helplessly as the Young Master walked toward death, powerless to stop him!
"Stop now! If this continues, you'll die!"
The two Protectors' voices of protest echoed through the dim world.