From the sky came Protector Wu's desperate screams without end.
His soul fragments were being wiped out at an astonishing speed.
Cai'er, Yue Mei, and the others stared blankly up at the sky.
Dozens of ice-blue figures moved like graceful dancers, carving dazzling trails across the heavens.
At every point where those trails intersected, another soul fragment vanished.
This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided slaughter.
Before long, only the last and largest streak of black light remained in the sky, fleeing desperately toward the horizon.
Xuan Jin's figure appeared in front of it like a ghost.
"You... you can't kill me!"
Protector Wu shrieked in terror, his voice trembling.
"You're making an enemy of the entire Soul Hall!"
Xuan Jin could not be bothered to listen to any more of his nonsense.
He raised his right hand, and a mass of ice-blue flame rose from his palm.
"The Soul Hall won't come after me over trash like you!"
As his words fell, Xuan Jin clenched his hand.
The ice-blue flames transformed into a fire dragon and instantly devoured Protector Wu's final wisp of soul.
"Ah!!!"
The miserable scream rang through the clouds before quickly falling silent.
Under the Nether Sea Ice Flame, Protector Wu's soul was burned completely clean, leaving behind no trace.
Yet at the very instant Protector Wu was utterly destroyed in body and soul, in the Back Mountain Forbidden Ground of the Misty Cloud Sect thousands of miles away.
Yun Shan, who sat cross-legged on a stone bed, stabilizing his Dou Zong realm, suddenly shuddered.
A trace of extreme pain appeared on his tranquil face.
Then black blood flowed from Yun Shan's seven orifices.
Deep within Yun Shan's soul, a Black Rune secretly planted by Protector Wu exploded with a deafening boom.
"No..."