"Damn it, you want to play a game of mutually assured destruction with me?" the final main soul roared angrily. He had intended to use the hundred thousand resentful souls to threaten Chen Fan and restrict his movements, yet he had unexpectedly been restrained instead. Now he was riding a tiger with no way to get off, but he still bellowed, "You want to kill off a batch of resentful souls to lure me into a trap? You think I'll be afraid? Dream on!"
"A mere Magic Tool. Since you want to die, I can grant you that." Chen Fan spoke coldly, killing with utter decisiveness. With a wave of his hand, several thousand more resentful souls were annihilated. He truly was not gambling—he was using forceful means to suppress the main soul. Either acknowledge him as master, or die.
Whoosh!
The giant sword swept through the air once more, and several thousand resentful souls vanished in an instant. The main soul's spirit immediately withered, dimming drastically.
"I will not submit!" the main soul roared again, filled with unwillingness.
"Then die." Chen Fan brought two fingers together, and the giant sword rose once more before cleaving down at the mass of resentful souls. This time, the sharp blade even split a huge gash through the main soul's spirit. Countless traces of soul power scattered at once.
"Ah..." The main soul screamed in agony. It was on the brink of death and could no longer endure a second blow. Ever since it had been refined into the main soul, it had never consumed any fresh souls, making it fundamentally unable to hold on.
"Nirvana!" Chen Fan's gaze sharpened. With a flick of his fingers, he slashed at the main soul again. His killing intent was laid bare, without the slightest hesitation.