The endless wronged souls of demons still roared, howling bloodthirstily as they sought to throw Li Chunfeng's mind into chaos.
Yet many wronged souls of the Human Race fell silent. They all turned their heads toward the mighty, imposing old Human King standing in the void.
That old Human King had once been the sect master of a great sect. Many of the wronged souls here had been elders and disciples under his command.
Back then, Li Chunfeng had lost control of his soul. Coveting that sect's secret arts, he had gone to demand them. When refused, he had been possessed by dark thoughts and wiped out the entire sect.
All 7,863 people in that sect, from top to bottom, had been slaughtered without leaving even chickens or dogs alive. They had all become wronged souls, controlled by Li Chunfeng as slaves and servants!
"Remember what you promised!"
Several breaths later, the old King spoke.
"Certainly!"
Within several breaths, the resentment in the void sharply diminished, and the pressure on Li Chunfeng eased in an instant.
What Li Chunfeng cultivated was the Spirit-Control Art.
Using secret arts, he could control yin spirits.
The heavier a yin spirit's resentment, the stronger its combat power.
Yet he who drove tigers would eventually be devoured by tigers!
The heavier the resentment, the more ferocious the spirit's might—and the more easily it would backlash against its master.
That was why Li Chunfeng had drifted between confusion and clarity over the years.
Now, although some wronged souls still radiated resentment that pierced the heavens, as long as the Human Race battle souls quieted down, he could barely maintain control!
"Kill!"
Li Chunfeng's whip strike was like a world-shattering bolt of lightning that smashed apart the heavens, unveiling the prelude to the racial war.
Beyond Nether