Amid a terrifying howl of wind, a stream of Yin soul energy surged out from the hole, which was no larger than an adult's fist. It then transformed into a misty current of Yin energy and rapidly rushed toward the dried corpse bound at the center of the stone platform.
The pitch-black Yin energy had barely touched the dried corpse before it was immediately absorbed without a trace.
It was as if the dried corpse were a bottomless pit, accepting the vast Yin energy without rejecting any of it.
The instant the dried corpse began absorbing the Yin energy, its shriveled body trembled. The corpse, which had not possessed the slightest sign of vitality, suddenly revealed a trace of soul aura.
Though that aura was extremely faint, a terrifying pressure immediately filled the stone platform.
A cultivator's soul pressure depended on the realm of their soul. Regardless of how much soul aura they released, as long as their soul realm was sufficiently high, even the faintest aura could produce immense pressure.
And at this moment, although the dried corpse's own soul aura was only a faint thread, the soul pressure it exuded was terrifying beyond measure.
Although the dried corpse's body trembled once, its drooping head did not lift.
Though the dried corpse had only trembled slightly, the normally stoic Li Canglin suddenly parted his lips, revealing an extremely ghastly smile.
"Very good. Fellow Daoist Xue Mei, there's no need to rush. This Li's method of breaking the formation was inherited from an object of the Immortal Realm. It won't damage the core formation of the Demon Trapping Formation, so those four puppets of Juyang naturally won't be able to threaten you. As long as you spend several days restoring your magic power, you'll be able to escape."
As if