A white beam shot out without warning from the summit of a peak in the Ming Dou Mountain Range.
The ghastly white beam was as thick as a water vat, yet it carried no imposing aura.
The moment it appeared in the air, it had already become a pillar of light stretching several thousand meters, sweeping outward.
Everyone present had crawled through heaps of corpses and survived countless battles, yet even so, their minds went blank.
Only a handful of them, their bodies acting on instinct honed through years of warfare, mechanically unleashed several Soul Skills, including Martial Soul Avatars, and frantically flew back along the route they had come from.
What kind of light was that?!
The instant it appeared, time itself seemed to freeze.
Wherever it passed, space itself was nearly cut apart, yet there was none of the powerful suction that normally followed the tearing of space.
It was as though even the space of another world had been completely anchored in place.
The white light was too fast. So fast that the rank-89 Soul Douluo who had charged the deepest had only just begun to react when the white beam swept over him.
Whoosh—
The Curved Blade Martial Soul Avatar, dozens of meters long, along with the body of that rank-89 Soul Douluo, seemed to melt away.
No, it was not melting. Wherever the white light passed, it was like a broom sweeping across a dust-covered floor, clearing a clean path. The instant the white light appeared, every trace was swept away into nothingness.
Then, the white light accurately locked onto the Soul Masters in other positions and began to sway unhurriedly. Each movement was like an eraser gliding across a sheet of writing paper. One powerful expert after another, their Martial Soul Avatars activated like