Wang Ping had been watching every change in that Fourth Realm True Spirit. Seeing its consciousness twisted by the Mask of Faces, he immediately reminded Dong Can, "Now is the moment. Whether you succeed depends on your own fortune."
As he spoke, he continuously deduced with his free right hand. Yulian's pair of Vertical Pupils pierced through the Inspiration World and the real world, fixed upon the Fourth Realm True Spirit and observing every one of its changes.
Dong Can did not hesitate in the slightest upon hearing this. His Primordial Spirit emerged in the Inspiration World at once. It was not humanoid, but a long sword radiating a gray halo. The spiritual energy within its Qi Sea was filled with aggression. The instant it appeared, it streaked through the Inspiration World in a flash of white light. As the artifact formation around it emerged, it swallowed the Fourth Realm True Spirit.
He used the basic Soul Devouring Art. Though it was a basic spell, the souls and Primordial Spirits it devoured varied in strength according to the caster's cultivation.
The instant he swallowed the Fourth Realm True Spirit, Dong Can's consciousness remained clear. Seizing that fleeting clarity, he returned his Primordial Spirit to his Physical Body and activated the Bloodline Array laid out on the ground.
The array immediately surged with an even heavier stench of blood, then drew the yin energy of the entire mountain toward the demonic weapon at the core of the array, creating some sort of connection with Dong Can's artifact formation.
A flash of crimson light passed by, and a continuous blood-colored array appeared around Dong Can. It looked as though it had been drawn in blood, while the souls and Primordial Spirits of some Demon Race members wandered within it.
The thick smell