Angry or not?
Ling Yun curled his lips in a sneer, and Ghost Emperor and the others were furious as well!
To think that this strength of yours is completely useless against us. To be honest, I am quite surprised why your power is so formidable.
Guard One felt a trace of doubt rise in his heart, as it was truly his first time seeing someone like Ling Yun possess this level of strength in the Twelve Domains!
Having never reached that tier, they simply did not understand. They were summoned by the Necromancer Mage, and had no inkling of what the power within Ling Yun's First Deity Form truly signified.
"Want to know? Go ask the dead." Ling Yun gave a playful smile!
Boom!
Ling Yun's figure materialized, and a ball of Netherflame in his hand struck down a certain Yellow Springs Guard, the latter instantly vanishing into thin air and turning to ashes.
The Yellow Springs Guards had not detected it in the slightest; the soul of the one Ling Yun had just killed was destroyed as well, leaving no way to possess another body.
Ling Yun should have thought of this long ago!
"Handsome Uncle, Myriad Swords Returning to Origin! Myriad Swords Returning to Origin!"
Beibei shouted and yelled excitedly, and even Little one joined in, insisting that Ling Yun put on a demonstration.
"As you wish!" Ling Yun plucked a lower sword from the void. The sword was pitch-black all over, and a force that shook the soul instantly surged into the sky!
"What kind of sword is this, to be so terrifying!" This was the reason for Guard One's utter dismay. His soul was trembling, gripped by fear.
"It is your fear. Since you rely on soul possession, we only need to destroy your souls."