His Soul Power Level had fallen all the way to level 63 before finally stabilizing.
"Hm?"
But Tang Lan's attention was not on Ghost Staff Douluo at all.
The mist gradually dispersed, yet the wronged souls within gathered into a chaotic mass of energy.
As though guided by some unseen force, Tang Lan slowly reached out his hand.
This time, the golden light carried by the Ancient Dragon Spirit possessed little destructive power. Instead, it was a pure light of essence.
When that light of essence enveloped the chaotic mass of energy, the wronged souls bound by black shackles within were finally freed.
Just before vanishing, they all knelt toward Tang Lan in midair.
They were densely packed, stretching like mountains and seas as far as the eye could see. Who knew how many wronged souls had been trapped within?
Tang Lan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the immense fury in his heart before speaking loudly. "Karmic retribution. This is the punishment he deserves. You need not thank me. If there is another life, I hope every one of you can live out your lives safely and happily."
Tang Lan waved at the wronged souls in the distance.
The liberated souls rose to their feet together, then lifted their heads and flew toward the heavens as one.
Before long, they vanished without a trace.
All things had their ordained fate. Though Ghost Staff Douluo had committed countless atrocities, his final end was incomparably miserable.
His Spirit had shattered, and the chance of repairing it was extremely slim. Now that he possessed only level 63 soul power, he no longer had any opportunity to commit evil.
Tang Lan knew that this man must have made countless enemies over the years.
Once they learned that he had fallen from the