The Nether God looked at the dazed Han Luo before him. After thinking for a while, he ultimately decided to use the Soul-Locking Art.
He had to prove that he, the Nether God, possessed not only the ability to refine Battle Puppets.
He could also deal with the Frost Race all by himself.
Therefore, they could put away those petty schemes of theirs.
Once the Nether God had made his decision, he no longer hesitated. He drew his long sword and tossed it toward the top of Han Luo's head.
The Soul-Stabilizing Sword hung upside down above Han Luo's head, its hilt pointing downward and its tip toward the sky.
Then, the Nether God struck the hilt of the Soul-Stabilizing Sword several times in succession with streams of Dark Primal Qi.
The Soul-Stabilizing Sword emitted a faint black glow that enveloped Han Luo and slowly began to revolve.
Before long, several black threads spread from the hilt and probed directly into Han Luo's skull.
Han Luo, whose expression had still been dazed, suddenly twisted his face into a ferocious grimace. His mouth snapped open as he tried to say something.
Unfortunately, no matter how wide Han Luo opened his mouth, not the slightest sound came out.
After a while, Han Luo's expression turned dazed again. His entire body no longer possessed the slightest trace of a martial artist's spirit.
Compared with Dongyang Yi and Dongyang He, he no longer even had the aura of a martial artist. He looked like a living corpse.
The Nether God spread his hand and grabbed the Soul-Stabilizing Sword. After glancing at Han Luo, he sighed.
He had never expected that, despite spending so much effort, Han Luo would ultimately fail to retain even a trace of clear consciousness.
Holding the Soul-Stabilizing Sword, the Nether