"Soul Burial Technique!"
At those words, Hun Miesheng's body suddenly shook, and his soul immediately floated out from between his brows.
That soul was pitch-black from head to toe, its features identical to Hun Miesheng's, and it glowed with an eerie light.
Then, the soul's two arms actually exploded in a bizarre fashion.
"Wuu—!"
The instant the soul's arms burst apart, overwhelming Black Mist suddenly surged out, blotting out the sky and the sun.
In practically the blink of an eye, this vast stretch of sky was filled with Black Mist.
The Black Mist was thick as ink, so dark one could not see their own fingers before their face. Countless miserable soul Sound Waves spread from within the Black Mist, like demonic notes, drilling madly into the depths of people's minds.
The sound wave was sharp and piercing, as if tens of thousands of vicious ghosts were wailing beside one's ears, making people feel as though their minds and heads were about to split apart.
Quite a few people with slightly weaker strength let out miserable cries at this moment, clutched their ears with both hands, blood flowing from their seven orifices as they collapsed to the ground and rolled in agony.
However, Xiao Chen seemed entirely unaffected. His expression remained icy, his gaze still sharp. Those three blood lines continued tearing through the layers of black clouds, shooting explosively toward the direction where Hun Miesheng was.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
However, as they shuttled forward at great speed, ripples also rapidly exploded across the blood lines.
Those ripples were the corrosive power contained within the Black Mist. Every explosion weakened the blood lines by a fraction.
In less than a few breaths, the first blood line was forcibly scattered. The second blood line also became faintly discernible, as if