Aside from Dai Huabin, who had already gone after the Hell White Tiger, and Tang Yin, who was providing support from the outskirts, the rest of Sacred Spirit Sect had all gathered.
Immortals lined up like hemp.
As they underwent Martial Soul Possession, their true appearances hidden beneath their black robes were revealed.
First was Wang Xiaolei, who transformed into a skeleton. A dark-purple bubble enveloped his body, and the purple-black patterns across him ignited in an instant.
Necromantic Sea.
Layers of purple-black halos spread out from beneath his feet. Countless resentful spirits accompanied the tide-like surge of terrifying deathly aura.
Lu Genggeng released his Abomination Martial Soul. His already towering body, over two meters tall, swelled rapidly as though inflated, transforming into a massive creature five meters in height.
Fierce light flashed from his eyes, while a blood-filled maw stretched across his face. His exposed body seemed to be stitched together from lumps of fat, radiating bizarre dark-green Soul Power fluctuations.
Tang Dai transformed into a gigantic skeleton composed entirely of dark-golden bones.
Gu Yu held a three-meter-long bone staff, topped with a silver-gray skull that looked utterly horrifying.
Not a single one of them looked human!
The spectators stared at the scene in dumbfounded shock.
They had truly broadened their horizons today.
The transformations of these Evil Soul Masters were simply too bizarre. The visual impact was overwhelming; merely looking at them made their eyes physically uncomfortable.
The livestream on Spirit Net even thoughtfully blurred the image.
Xu Tianran deeply furrowed his brow on the dais.
It seemed that sending Sacred Spirit Sect into battle had been the wrong decision.
These Evil Soul Masters were exceptionally grotesque. Even for someone as experienced and well-traveled as him, the sight was far too avant-garde.
What was the point of Holy