"Eh, Soul-Binding Threads. I never expected this Profound Yin Netherfrost to know soul arts. No wonder it came to draw in my soul." Yan Chihuo recognized it at once.
Both the Soul-Binding Threads and Soul-Extinguishing Needles were soul arts, designed specifically to target souls. The Soul-Binding Threads were simply far less powerful than the Soul-Extinguishing Needles. That was why the golden bone demon had struck the Profound Yin Netherfrost with Soul-Extinguishing Needles, yet it had still managed to escape.
Yan Chihuo sneered inwardly and did not move, allowing the Soul-Binding Threads to coil around his soul. With a tug from the Profound Yin Netherfrost, Yan Chihuo's soul immediately revealed itself.
"Eh, what is this?" The Profound Yin Netherfrost had never even heard of cultivators, much less seen one. Upon seeing Yan Chihuo's soul in its true form, it was instead startled.
Though there were demons and ghosts in the Netherworld whose appearances differed little from those of cultivators, their auras were utterly distinct and could never deceive the Profound Yin Netherfrost. That aside, the crucial point was that Yan Chihuo's soul was so solid and weighty that it far exceeded the Profound Yin Netherfrost's imagination. In its eyes, only a Spirit Cultivation Stage soul could possibly reach such a level.
The Profound Yin Netherfrost could not help but lament its rotten luck. How had it provoked such a monster? Still, one thing gave it a slight measure of comfort: Yan Chihuo's soul had already been bound by the Soul-Binding Threads. It could basically be certain that he could only be carved up at its pleasure.
Yet before the Profound Yin Netherfrost could savor this feast, Yan Chihuo spread his hand, and a golden seal flew out. The seal spun through the air and shot out a beam of golden light