Above the horizon, torrents of multicolored energy surged like ocean waves, blanketing the entire sky over Misty Cloud Mountain. Thunderous booms rang out without end, and the fierce shock waves of battle shook the entire Imperial Capital.
Powerful as Wu Ying was, even he could not bear fighting a thousand opponents alone. As his Dou Qi continued to drain, he was left with no choice but to end the battle quickly and unveil his final trump card.
He stamped his foot, sending spatial ripples through the void, and vanished from where he stood, taking the initiative to evade Yan Lin and the others closing in on him. At the same time, his black-mist-wreathed hands formed seals, and waves of energy spread outward as though they had taken solid form.
The black armor covering Wu Ying's body suddenly began writhing like a living creature. The human-face patterns upon it were slowly squeezed out by that movement, eventually becoming illusory human heads.
Agony filled those faces, as though they were suffering unspeakable torture. As the illusory heads emerged, low, eerie moans echoed across the sky. Like wailing ghosts and howling wolves, they stirred gusts of chilling wind that sent shivers through everyone.
His ghost-claw-like hands abruptly pressed together. Dense, sinister black light surged from Wu Protector's palms and poured into the illusory heads.
Under that frenzied infusion of black light, the illusory heads swelled rapidly. Within a single breath, they had grown over ten feet wide.
As the heads expanded, the anguish on their faces became even clearer. Miserable screams that made hearts quake drifted on the sinister wind, spreading throughout Misty Cloud Mountain...
"Careful! He's going to detonate those soul bodies!"
After detecting Wu Ying's intentions, Yan Lin's handsome face turned grave. He knew Wu Ying was truly ready to stake