Fang Liang was clearly wrapped and sealed by ropes flashing with streaks of jade-green ghostly light, yet he sat cross-legged within them, calm and undisturbed. His hands formed incantations, and a mass of gray-white mist swirled between them. Several ropes were even connected to that mass of mist.
Just as Qin Fengming was astonished and deeply curious, several shrill howls suddenly rang out from within the strange cloud of mist before him.
Qin Fengming's expression shifted. He hurriedly focused his eyes and saw several of the jade-green ropes suddenly tighten, pulled directly into the gray-white mist before Fang Liang by a tremendous force.
The several Integration Realm Yin souls connected to the other ends of the jade-green ropes were dragged rapidly into the mist along with the ropes, their forms rushing toward the mist ahead.
Sensing danger closing in, those Integration Realm Yin souls, which possessed little intelligence, let out continuous, shrill wails. Their bodies struggled desperately, resisting the pull of the jade-green ropes with all their strength.
Yet what greatly astonished and puzzled Qin Fengming was that the ropes had clearly been manifested by those Yin souls themselves, and were obviously condensed from energy. Still, the Yin souls were completely unable to snap or sever them.
Even with Qin Fengming's vast experience and knowledge, he found this situation difficult to understand.
In the space of a few breaths, several Integration Realm Yin souls were drawn into the mist by Fang Liang. In the end, they transformed into masses of soul essence and vanished without a trace.
"This is a formation, one specifically aimed at this Fang. That Corpse Refining cultivator in the Profound Spirit realm didn't dare face this Fang directly, so he set up this formation, hoping to drain all the soul power from this Fang's body with