As Lu Feng narrowly dodged the six flying arrows, he also began to suspect why they alone had locked onto him.
If the problem did not lie with the flying arrows themselves, then it lay with him.
Lu Feng quickly grasped the crux of the matter. The greatest difference between himself and Wu Ying was likely the battle against resentful souls he had experienced earlier.
Moreover, that hall had happened to lie above this place. The two were very likely connected. Perhaps he had been branded with some restriction or mark over there, which was why these flying arrows had locked onto him after he arrived here.
Though Lu Feng vaguely realized where the problem lay, the six flying arrows attacked with increasing frequency, relentlessly hounding him until he could no longer evade them and was forced into a direct confrontation.
He had no time to ponder the principle behind the arrows' lock-on. Staying alive came first.
Facing the deadly arrows assailing him from every direction.
A chill filled Lu Feng's eyes. The instant his gaze focused, an invisible force burst forth.
The gathered Soul Power seemed to converge into phantom images of skeletal corpses, whirling and surging wildly outward in every direction.
Grand Dream of Three Lifetimes, Nether Ghost Hell!
This was one of the few presentable Soul Attack techniques he knew. In an environment like this, only by relying on such a method did he possess even a sliver of ability to protect himself.
Yet Grand Dream of Three Lifetimes was not a direct attack. Its offensive purpose was to stir up the weaknesses buried within an enemy's heart, plunging them into their own fears or other desires, rather than directly striking at their life soul.
Thus, when facing these flying arrows, which were neither living people nor