The sinister, pitch-black ghostly aura had almost completely shrouded Zhuri Lake.
Figures stood across the surface of the lake, each as rigid as a statue, as though they had lost all their souls and could only remain there woodenly.
A strange figure was licking its lips in satisfaction.
It had created a gigantic nightmare. Once the "right moment" arrived, it could harvest the souls of every cultivator across the lake at any time.
To ghost cultivators, the souls of ordinary people and those of cultivators were fundamentally different.
Mortal souls were frail, possessing some energy but not much. A cultivator's soul, however, was pure—a rare and precious tonic!
There were two ways for ghost cultivators to grow stronger. One was painstaking cultivation, condensing and refining their power with ghostly aura. The other was the cruel devouring of souls!
Soul devouring had its own rules, too. If there were only a dozen or so cultivators, they could be devoured casually.
But Zhuri Lake had gathered a vast number of Blood Demon Sect's elite cultivators. To devour their souls without damaging them, one needed the proper moment.
"Stop forcing yourself to hold on."
"I can give you a chance to live, provided you hand over that thing."
"Otherwise, this entire territory will be reduced to a wasteland of ashes."
Its face shifted constantly as it spoke in a low voice.
Its voice carried a hint of shrillness as well as a trace of depth, as though it possessed two entirely different personalities.
At that moment, footsteps approached from afar.
It suddenly turned around, revealing a twisted and shifting face. With a sinister smile, it said, "Is it done?"
"A few escaped. I didn't find the thing you wanted," Cang Yunzi said hoarsely.
It gave a faint, inscrutable smile. "If it were that