Among the Phosphor Fires, scenes of the young foxes chasing and playing in the snow during their lifetimes faintly emerged. Their clear laughter seemed to echo through the air in an instant.
Chu Ning froze. That scene nearly made him forget this was a battlefield.
But the tenderness vanished in the blink of an eye.
The moment the Phosphor Fires drifted toward Wang Lin.
"Boom!!"
The Phosphor Fires exploded into a ring of purple flames. A shrill ghostly howl burst from within, and a corner of Wang Lin's robe was torn open—he had actually been burned directly by the dead souls.
Wang Lin's expression twisted viciously. The runes on the Blood Compass seemed enraged, leaping into streaks of scarlet electrical arcs.
"Using dead souls against me?"
He suddenly seized the Blood Compass. Sacrificial patterns split across the back of his hand in a crisscrossing web, and red light blazed in his eyes.
"This old man is—the ancestor of soulplay!"
As his voice fell, the eighty-one fox corpses suddenly broke free of the lingering Phosphor Fire and began to fuse and reconstruct.
The sounds of cracking bones rang out one after another, while thick Corpse Qi spread in every direction.
The next moment, a nine-headed monstrosity burst from the ground.
On every head appeared Wang Lin's grimacing face. Each ghostly laugh thundered in their ears.
Li Jing'an gritted his teeth and muttered, "That Old Devil can even devour and fuse vengeful spirits... If we're any later, we won't be able to suppress it at all."
Chu Ning stared fixedly at the Blood Compass emerging at the center of the nine-headed monster. His pupils contracted sharply, as though he had made some decision.
Suddenly, he moved!
Chu Ning erupted forward, his Rusty Saber wrapped in Killing Intent, swift as a bolt of