The Myriad Souls Banner was planted in the ground.
Li Xuanxiao held the Myriad Souls Banner, standing amid a field of ruins.
He wiped at the corner of his mouth as though he had eaten and drunk his fill.
The power of the Myriad Souls Banner erupted violently.
Eight clusters of soul light were forcibly ripped from their collapsing shells by an immense force.
The instant the souls left their bodies, they let out shrill, soundless screams that pierced straight to the root of the soul.
With every complete soul the Myriad Souls Banner devoured, the roiling black mist upon its surface swelled another ring, and that icy, despairing aura deepened another layer.
Li Xuanxiao held the Myriad Souls Banner, standing amid a field of ruins.
Every surge of power fed back by the Myriad Souls Banner's devouring of souls became a torrential, violent flood that savagely battered his meridians through his arm.
As the final cluster of soul light completely vanished into the depths of the banner's surface.
The Myriad Souls Banner's violent suction abruptly ceased, and its churning black mist slowly drew back as though still unsatisfied.
Though the devouring had already ended, it had absorbed the souls of eight powerful cultivators.
At this moment, the Myriad Souls Banner had reached the peak of power saturation, ready to burst forth.
The banner pole embedded in the ground hummed without stop. The runes upon it shone brilliantly, flickering between light and darkness.
Li Xuanxiao took one step, but with that very step.
It was as if every ounce of strength had suddenly been drained from him. His body went limp, and without warning, he collapsed to the ground.
When Xue Jian came back to her senses and looked closely, she discovered that Li Xuanxiao's condition was so miserable it