A thunderstorm force like rotten wood swept away by a gale, wrapped in a powerful, razor-sharp aura capable of easily * shattering hard mountain rocks, and in an instant it engulfed the entire massive valley.
Blue radiance flashed, and the roar of thunderstorms rang out in succession, shaking the towering peaks around them until they seemed to sway.
The vast, indescribable soul energy, bolstered by the surging thunderstorm impacts and razor-sharp aura, seemed to become even more powerful.
Blades of incomparably sharp cutting force were contained within the thunderous blast. In an instant, they swept away the blue mist within a hundred and more zhang around Qin Fengming.
A vast force capable of destroying Heaven and earth raged throughout the valley.
"Even if you are a top Mahayana disciple in the Spirit Realm, don't dream of surviving today. Under my Thunder Annihilation Heavenly Art, so long as you neither dodge nor evade, no one has ever managed to escape it. But if I blast you to death like this, the things on your body will probably lose their spirituality along with you. Even if they are obtained afterward, they will be difficult to use with their former might."
The red-haired old man stood where he was, completely ignoring the thunderstorm force sweeping and surging around him.
He merely muttered to himself.
The God Slaying Domain was an extremely special dimensional space. What entered it were existences known as Primordial Spirits. They were not souls, but like souls, they were forms of soul energy.
Within the God Slaying Domain, an existence known as a Primordial Spirit could manifest in the form of a soul, and could unleash all the divine abilities belonging to the cultivator himself. However, the energy it drove was naturally soul energy.
When a cultivator's Primordial Spirit entered