At such close range, the king's pressure descended upon Han Wu, crushing him until he could barely breathe.
The Four Symbols Weapon Souls under his command all retreated to Han Wu's side. Only by joining forces to resist the soul pressure the king had unleashed did they give Han Wu a sliver of room to breathe.
The king stared at the Four Symbols Weapon Souls, his face full of confusion.
He remembered that the Four Symbols Weapon Souls had clearly been his guards. Why were they standing beside a stranger?
Just as the king was about to ask Han Wu why, a pitch-black pillar of light shot out from behind him, piercing straight through the top of the tomb, blasting through the thick earth, and reflecting into the sky.
An incomparably evil soul energy erupted along with it.
The king hurriedly used his own strength, trying to force the black pillar of light down.
But the black pillar of light was far too violent. No matter how the king exhausted every ounce of his power, he could not suppress it.
Outside the tomb, countless dried corpses were affected by the black pillar of light and rushed toward this place.
The first wave of dried corpses threw themselves directly into the black pillar of light.
Bodies that could recover without limit lasted only one second within the black pillar of light before both body and soul were scattered to the winds.
Meanwhile, the black pillar of light seemed to have received some great nourishment. Not only did it become fiercer, but it also thickened considerably.
Even the king's suppression was directly knocked away by it.
The king collapsed helplessly to the ground, several traces of helplessness appearing on his gaunt, pale face. "In the end, I still can't hold it down.