"You weren't bewitched?" The voice from inside the box carried a trace of disbelief.
It was certain that once it had wrapped the Soul Thread around Han Wu's hand, Han Wu would be unable to escape its control.
Han Wu merely smiled and replied, "You tell me."
He had been bewitched, but only for an instant.
The moment the blue Soul Thread wrapped around his hand, he had already broken free from its influence.
However, the blue thread had already locked onto Han Wu, making it difficult for him to break free.
At that moment, the lich inside the box revealed itself.
A massive cloud of blue mist spewed from the box. The mist condensed into the form of a woman dressed in gauze, her face veiled by a thin layer of silk.
That was the manifestation of the lich's soul.
Seeing this, Han Wu activated his Frost Archer Divine Body as well.
The Deterrence Power was strengthened at that moment, warping the surrounding space and forming an enlarged phantom of Han Wu.
The two stood opposed. Neither made a move, yet their contest had already begun.
What they were engaging in was a clash of souls.
The lich's veil fluttered as waves of soul pressure poured forth, seeking to crush the phantom formed by Han Wu's Deterrence Power.
But Han Wu was no pushover either.
After Han Wu's deliberate cultivation, his Deterrence Power had already reached the Platinum-tier.
Moreover, Han Wu's divinity had surpassed the threshold of 60. In theory, he had already reached the level where he could attempt to condense a Level 3 Divine Body.
With all these advantages piled atop one another, neither side could gain the upper hand in a short time.
But a lich was still a lich. Apart from possessing immense power over