As more black qi drifted away, the auras radiating from those remnant souls grew increasingly feeble.
However, their expressions appeared more and more relaxed.
Clearly, after suffering torment for so long, they would rather have their souls scattered than endure any longer—even knowing that if Jiang Liu continued playing his flute, they might well be reduced to nothing.
After all, trapped here, their souls had been suffering constant torment.
Now that they could finally be liberated, this was indeed a great joy to them.
As the flute music continued, there was finally a bang! One of the remnant souls began to burst apart.
However, the explosion failed to break through the independent space imprisoning him.
Thus, the explosion did not interrupt Jiang Liu's playing of God Fills the World. The flute music continued to echo through the Four Symbols Illusion Formation.
Clearly, the reason this remnant soul had exploded was that when Jiang Liu removed the Soul Restriction Curse from it—
it could finally endure no longer and was unable to maintain its soul form.
However, what Jiang Liu had not expected was that the instant this remnant soul burst apart, a phantom image emerged from it.
The phantom image nodded toward Jiang Liu before completely dissipating.
After the first soul exploded, several more souls burst apart one after another.
Without exception, after these remnant souls shattered, each manifested a figure that nodded toward Jiang Liu.
At the final moment before they vanished, their faces were filled with gratitude and relief.
Clearly, they were deeply grateful to Jiang Liu for rescuing them.
As for these Human Race martial artists, who had died long ago yet still suffered torment in their souls, Jiang Liu did not know what to feel.
He had killed many people throughout his journey.
But the Holy