At that moment, Ari made his move. A dusky blue longsword appeared in his hand, a vivid green Law Pattern gleaming on its blade. The sword trembled three times at a frequency invisible to the naked eye. A nearly solid sword intent was about to gather—when Ari suddenly let out a pained howl. The sword intent shattered in an instant, and the other seven cloaked figures howled in pain as well, their attacks immediately slowing.
The one who had caused this sudden turn of events was Xu Yi. In the time it took to speak, he had sent three divided souls into the Soul-Summoning Banner in succession. The banner was sent soaring, and the solid black shadow hanging from it instantly swept toward Ari.
By now, Xu Yi had activated the Soul-Summoning Banner many times and had gradually figured out its limits.
It was difficult to make the Soul-Summoning Banner tremble and tug at souls. At most, he could bear sending three divided souls into it to make it quiver.
With one divided soul, the banner stirred lightly and could seize the souls of any Liquid Condensation expert. Back at Taiji Hall, Xu Yi had given the banner a shake, and a thin strand had shot out and pierced Ji Lie's spiritual platform. A peerless genius of his generation had lost his soul and perished on the path of cultivation.
With two divided souls, the banner surged, sweeping up corpses and devouring souls. Dao Yan had died to this very move in Taiji Hall, and the Leopard-headed middle-aged man had just met the same end.
Three divided souls were the limit of what he could currently use to activate the Soul-Summoning Banner. He had used it once to counter Gong Xiuhua's attack. Not only had it shaken the spiritual platform