"Woooo..."
As though they had sensed the appearance of fresh food, the hundred thousand resentful souls stirred one after another. Their wails grew louder and shriller. At last, the hundred thousand resentful souls caught the scent of their prey and all turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Waaah..."
Amid countless more piercing, thunderous wails, the resentful souls swooped at Chen Fan like an army of thousands upon thousands, as vicious as evil ghosts.
Chen Fan's expression darkened as he stood motionless where he was. He could not kill these resentful souls—the more he killed, the weaker the Soul Devouring Banner would become. The only way was to force his way through.
The heads of the hundred thousand resentful souls were crammed together, making it impossible to tell whether they had been men or women in life. Yet every face wore the same agonized expression, as though enduring some unbearable torment, imprisoned within the banner for all eternity with no chance of rebirth.
"Retreat!"
As the hundred thousand resentful souls opened their mouths and lunged to bite him, Chen Fan finally gave a low shout. His feet moved in the Nine Palaces Footwork as he advanced through the frigid void.
But there were simply too many resentful souls—an entire hundred thousand. Passing through them was nearly like forcing his way through an incomparably thick wall, a wall forged from the bodies of resentful souls. Ten thousand mouths gaped open, waiting for the instant Chen Fan passed by to tear away his Divine Soul body.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In such circumstances, Chen Fan could not possibly advance straight ahead. He could only shift left and dodge right, circling through the first palace and the second palace, constantly confusing the resentful souls' direction of attack.
Yet even so, hundreds of heads bit into his