"Qianbi, stop at once!"
Ye Zhen's thunderous roar was like a bucket of icy water poured over Ling Qianbi's head, jolting the dreamlike Ling Qianbi awake.
Ling Qianbi looked around in every direction in confusion. When he saw Ye Zhen, he suddenly shuddered, and an incomparably terrified expression appeared in his eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Qianbi dropped to one knee before Ye Zhen. "Qianbi deserves death. Qianbi has offended my lord. I beg my lord for forgiveness!"
The moment those words came out, the jaws of the martial artists watching outside the Five Immortal Arena dropped to the ground.
What was going on?
Ling Qianbi, who had entered the battle, had suddenly begun calling Di Kuohai his lord?
Had he been hit by some soul secret art or something?
Luan Da, Yun Peng, and Huang Dong exchanged glances, their faces turning deathly pale at the same time.
They understood better than anyone what kind of terrifying situation this might represent.
Ling Qianbi had specialized in soul divine abilities. Not only had he formed a primordial spirit decades ago, he had also cultivated an extremely rare illusion divine ability.
He could forcibly drag enemies into illusions, then control those illusions to influence their souls.
Basically, so long as Ling Qianbi wished it, he could make his enemies display all sorts of emotions and ugly states—joy, laughter, rage, curses, fear, shock, terror, resentment, and more.
And those were merely the simplest effects. Ling Qianbi could easily drive enemies dragged into his illusion mad. Against martial artists whose will was not strong enough, he could even make them kill themselves on the spot.
He could even use illusions to leave layer upon layer of imprints deep within an enemy's soul origin, leaving them trapped and frustrated for life, terrified whenever they