The Whisperer:...
"Putting on airs." The Whisperer said in a low voice. Then, a blinding ghostly light bloomed in his eyes, and his powerful soul surged directly into Lin Qiye's mind.
Though he was merely a nightmare projection of The Whisperer's true body, he still possessed strength at the peak of the "Sea" realm. Even the Blazing Vein Earth Dragon had easily been tamed into a believer by him. What waves could an agent of the "Pool" realm possibly stir up?
What was more, neither the Seraph nor the Goddess of Night possessed abilities related to the soul. Yet for The Whisperer, this was his greatest specialty. Not to mention Lin Qiye was only in the "Pool" realm—even if he were at the same realm as himself, The Whisperer was confident he could prevail in a battle of souls.
This time, nothing could go wrong!
"Qiye!!"
Seeing The Whisperer attack Lin Qiye, Baili Pangpang roared and reached into his pocket for something. At that moment, Ma Yitian stepped forward and tightly seized his wrist. The pressure of the "Sea" realm bore down on the remaining three without restraint.
Not only that, the surrounding magma began to churn violently. The Blazing Vein Earth Dragon looked down at them, and its terrifying dragonic might pressed down as well. Under this double pressure, even Instructor Hong could not move.
"Bastard!!" Baili Pangpang gritted his teeth, his neck flushed red.
"Don't rush. Your turn will come." Ma Yitian, covered in wounds, chuckled.
Lin Qiye's Mental World.
Within seemingly endless mist, The Whisperer, dressed in a tailcoat, strolled through it like an artist. His gaze lightly swept across the surrounding fog as he spoke in surprise:
"Why is there so much mist? You really are hiding many secrets..."
The Whisperer tried to reach out