The surrounding Soul Mist dispersed somewhat, and the suppression on divine sense and domain divine abilities eased considerably.
Wang Daoyuan also released his divine sense to probe the monster's aura.
Sure enough, there was an aura similar to that of a Soul Devouring Demon.
A True Demon had been buried here back then, so the presence of Devil Race aura was hardly strange.
This aura was extremely chaotic, mixed together with the various disorderly energies of ghosts.
Judging by this aura,
this thing should have been a monster formed from a heap of mingled souls.
Incomplete souls generally loved to seize the bodies of other souls to make up for their own deficiencies.
Among ancient ghosts that had accumulated over the years, monsters formed by stitching multiple ghosts together occasionally appeared.
It was just that the monster before them had far too many souls stitched together.
Its body stood a thousand zhang tall and was densely covered in human faces. How many souls would that take?
Wang Daoyuan did not dare be careless.
He hurled out a bolt of Bing Fire Divine Thunder.
The monster waved its hand, and the Bing Fire Divine Thunder instantly shattered.
Wang Daoyuan sucked in a cold breath. "Good heavens, its strength is at least at the mid-stage Mahayana level."
No wonder everyone says the depths of the Ancient Battlefield are fraught with danger. Even without a seventh-rank spirit vein, it can nurture such a formidable monster.
Back when this place had a peak seventh-rank spirit vein, even an Earth Immortal might not have been able to gain an advantage here."
The monster stretched out a huge hand. Its arm, palm, and five fingers were all covered in human faces.
Wang Daoyuan grabbed Xuanyuan and used an escape technique to evade it.
He glanced around.