"Stop him, quickly!"
"It's the Bottle Spirit Sect's Soul Engulfing Curse!"
Wu Ying cried out anxiously.
Lu Feng had likewise noticed Huo Yuanqiu's intent to launch a desperate counterattack before death, and a powerful force had long since gathered in his palm.
But before he could strike with that palm, Huo Yuanqiu suddenly let out a pained howl, his face turning ashen in an instant.
Watching Huo Yuanqiu's aura weaken as he visibly withered away, Wu Ying's mouth twitched. "He... he suffered a backlash!"
"He truly deserved to die. With so much Yin Qi in his body, he still dared to dream of using the Soul Engulfing Curse to seize someone else's soul sea."
"The Soul Engulfing Curse?" Seeing Huo Yuanqiu's life force gradually dissipate and his soul fade into oblivion, Lu Feng could not help asking curiously.
Wu Ying explained frankly, "The Soul Engulfing Curse is a forbidden soul art of the Bottle Spirit Sect. It possesses the ability to seize another's body and be reborn, but the cost is immense. The caster must burn half their soul power, and they only get one chance."
"Thus, it is generally only used when one is at death's door—to seize another's soul sea, extinguish their life soul, and replace them, clinging to life to continue one's own existence."
"Once it fails, they die from a soul backlash, just like this old fellow."
Lu Feng swept Huo Yuanqiu a cold, contemptuous glance, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
In the past, killing someone would always stir some emotion in him—joy, sorrow, pity, or sympathy. Yet now, Huo Yuanqiu's death roused not a trace of feeling in him.
Lu Feng knew this was because, under the Killing Heart Art, his control over killing intent had reached a very lofty realm. Forgetting himself,