Xia Quan's face was stricken with terror. This terror could only surface when one encountered a great horror they had never imagined.
As his panicked scream rang out, the Five Decays of the Soul erupted completely within him.
His originally immaculate, dustless soul instantly seemed to turn mortal. Fine beads of sweat began to seep out. Of course, these droplets were still soul in essence, but the moment they appeared, they had already become a negative state of the soul.
Next, his soul felt a stifling heat. He had not experienced such a sensation in over a hundred years since embarking on the path of cultivation. Once the heat arose, his whole body burned, giving off a foul stench.
The black robe formed from his soul seemed to gain substance as well. The old robe suddenly creased, unbearably itchy, while the hair formed from his soul likewise fell loose and disheveled, filthy and unwashed.
These were the signs of the Five Decays of the Soul.
And the signs of the five decays did not erupt one after another. They broke out all at once, bringing a mountain-toppling, sea-overturning weakness.
The instant Xia Quan's terrified scream began, weakness was born. Before the scream had ended, the weakness had already reached its peak.
Meanwhile, a hundred meters away.
When his Soul Sword formation blocked Xia Quan's earth-shaking arrow and Soul Decay was unleashed at the same instant, Han Yi's heart jolted. With no more reservations, he abruptly waved his hand. The black soul shield before him dissipated, and another twenty percent of his soul power transformed into a Soul Decay attack, crossing a hundred meters to land on the repeatedly screaming Xia Quan, further weakening his soul.
At this point, forty percent of his soul power had all been converted into attacks,