Ancient Underworld!
Whoosh—
A gust of sinister wind howled over, and the enormous shadow had already lunged before Lin Bai. Its black claws slashed toward him like sharp swords.
Splurt!
Blood sprayed in all directions.
The shadow's claw struck Lin Bai in the chest, ripping away a huge chunk of flesh along with his clothes.
Lin Bai hurriedly retreated and looked down. Five claw marks had been left across his chest, blood streaming down from them.
"I can't hurt it, but it hurt me."
Lin Bai spoke in surprise.
"This really is an existence like a ghost. If I could still condense the Nether Palace, perhaps it would have considerable power to restrain this Martial Soul. But now that the Nether Palace was shattered by Wu He..."
"I see."
"So Wu He was so wary of the Nether Palace's secret method for attacking the soul because he was afraid I'd use it to attack his Martial Soul?"
Lin Bai finally understood why Wu He had shattered his Nether Palace before making his move.
"It's time to end this." A soft chuckle came from Wu He. His spiritual power stirred, and he said coldly, "Martial Soul Secret Method! Ancient Underworld!"
Wu He reached out and gave a slight grab in Lin Bai's direction. The world before Lin Bai abruptly transformed.
In Lin Bai's eyes, the sky had turned dark, and the earth had likewise become dark. The blazing sun in the sky had transformed into a blood moon, while a swath of blood-red mist spread across the distant sky.
The mountains were utterly dead and silent in Lin Bai's eyes.
The earth was pitch-black in Lin Bai's eyes.
The rivers were no longer flowing with water. Instead, they were flowing with... blood!
As for Wu He's Martial Soul, the Ancient Spirit