Couldn't I have sacrificed fewer souls?
However, although these destructive auras enveloped everything around him, they didn't envelop him.
Lu Cang didn't feel as if he was under attack.
Still, his mind held a faint premonition. He sensed a latent danger—not a fatal one, but a danger nonetheless.
A faint phantom appeared high in the sky.
It was murky and pitch-black, the silhouette of a thin man. He didn't resemble the descriptions of Pure White in mythology.
Lu Cang felt a weight lift from his heart.
He'd thought his advancement had brought about Pure White's descent.
It seemed he'd been lucky...
And this was a soul?
Lu Cang sensed his "God-tier Soul Master" respond.
He still didn't act rashly. He simply locked Soul Dominator onto the being before him.
He made no move, but if the other party showed any sign of attacking,
Lu Cang would immediately force him to stop.
"Who are you?"
Lu Cang looked up at the sky and asked.
The other party only gazed down at him, his expression indifferent.
Lu Cang had fully locked his talent onto him.
This being...
His essence was immensely powerful, so powerful it was hard to imagine. He might even be stronger than Leisi...
"I never expected to see so many Pure Souls."
"And to think they're in the hands of someone as young as you..."
He paused, then said, "Mortal, what is your status?"
"And how did you obtain so many Pure Souls?"
"Tell me."
Lu Cang kept his tone calm and addressed the figure in the sky with a hint of respect. "My name is Qiong Ye. I'm the heir to Kaijia, the War God."
"The War God's heir?"
"And the War God's heir is advancing as a Death Priest?"
His voice wasn't old. It sounded like that