Chen Fan's expression turned solemn. He clearly saw that beneath that shrill cry, the head of a phantom soul emerged from the bronze cauldron, seemingly enduring unbearable torment. Its face was twisted in agony, but just as its head emerged, the white-haired man slapped it back inside with one palm.
The bronze cauldron immediately returned to normal. The blazing flames continued to burn, yet they carried a thread of icy chill.
The souls of tens of thousands of living beings are all inside that cauldron. Chen Fan murmured inwardly, not acting rashly. Something felt wrong.
Even if the Blood Prison Soul-Refining Array slaughtered tens of thousands of living beings, a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Late Stage alone should not have been able to gather all those souls into the bronze cauldron. Chen Fan's brows furrowed slightly. Tens of thousands of living beings had been slaughtered, and their souls would surely carry boundless resentment. The sheer magnitude of that resentment was difficult to imagine. Yet Chen Fan knew that someone at Foundation Establishment Late Stage had no ability to withstand it. There had to be a Golden Core Realm expert here as well.
At that moment, the white-haired man suddenly rose to his feet. He slapped his storage pouch at his waist and produced a section of golden bamboo. Then he reached toward the center of the Blood Prison Soul-Refining Array and drew in a mass of dense, foul-smelling essence blood, which condensed in his palm. He then pressed his palm directly onto the golden bamboo.
That foul essence blood contained vast filthy energy, while the golden bamboo brimmed with masculine force, faint lightning flickering across it. The two were naturally incompatible, yet the white-haired man forcibly fused them together. Before the golden bamboo could react, he threw it into the