Willingly Becoming a Soul Slave
Ghost cultivators' greatest advantage was their overwhelming soul power.
Ghost Mother Wuji truly could not understand it. She had heavily wounded Lin Fan's soul more than a dozen times, yet he was like an unkillable cockroach, his soul continuously recovering.
She was a Ghost Cultivator at the peak of the Bone Tempering Realm, only one step away from entering a higher level. She had roamed Great Jin and Great Wei with practically no opponent.
Yet at this moment, she felt a deep fear.
Lin Fan gave her no time to continue being afraid. His golden soul launched the fiercest counterattack.
If they had competed in soul power before, Lin Fan would not have had the slightest chance of winning.
But after the continuous attrition, less than one-tenth of Ghost Mother Wuji's soul power remained. She had already weakened to the utmost extreme.
Moreover, this was Lin Fan's sea of consciousness. It was his home ground.
The next second, before Ghost Mother Wuji could react, chains of order divine chains condensed from soul power rose under Lin Fan's control and directly hung her upside down.
The Order Divine Chains pierced through Ghost Mother Wuji's soul, and more and more of them appeared.
Soon, she was bound hand and foot.
Ghost Mother Wuji struggled frantically, but her extremely weakened soul could not break free. The Order Divine Chains suppressing her also tightened further and further, as if they were about to strangle her into pieces.
Only now did Ghost Mother Wuji finally realize that she had lost—a complete and utter defeat.
She let out a piercing shriek. Her already weakened soul instantly shrank into a ball, transforming into a black bead that surprisingly managed to temporarily block the erosion of the Order Divine Chains.
Lin Fan's expression