"Pfft!" A faint sound, almost inaudible, suddenly rang out. The green silk thread had not touched Li Jitong's body. At that critical instant, a finger seal shot over like lightning and struck directly at the thread.
Green light flashed, and the Green Soul Silk that was about to touch Li Jitong's body was immediately severed with a single slash.
His figure suddenly flickered into a blur. By the time Li Jitong reappeared, he had already retreated several yards.
As he rapidly withdrew, his right hand shot out like lightning. Wrapped in a mass of pitch-black soul energy, it directly scooped up the severed thread and trapped it in his palm.
"Not good! That thread is highly poisonous! Elder Li, throw it away!" The instant Li Jitong retreated and used one palm to imprison the thread, several cries of alarm suddenly rang out.
Ming Zhan, Mu Yangchun, and the others were the ones who cried out in alarm.
"Ah—Fellow Daoist, please stop! Weng Zhang is willing to acknowledge you as his master and let you command him for the rest of his life..."
Amid the crowd's cries, an incomparably shrill scream rang out across the scene. The cry was so agonized and terrifying that everyone who heard it was horrified, their expressions changing drastically.
No one could imagine what kind of miserable attack could make the soul essence of a Profound Tier peak expert let out such a shriek.
At this moment, everyone was in a soul essence state. In this state, their bodies, formed from condensed soul energy, barely felt any pain at all. Yet Weng Zhang was now screaming in agony. How could this not leave everyone shaken?
"Hmph, too late!"
Accompanying the several cries of alarm and the shrill scream was a soft cold snort.
Following that cold