Whoosh!
With a wave of Xia Ping's hand, the hell divine ability—Soul-Locking Chain!
At once, black chains rapidly condensed one after another, stretching out from the void. The twenty Night Demon Race Demon Kings lying unconscious on the ground were immediately bound.
Dense hell runes surfaced upon these black chains, possessing the power to lock souls and seize spirits. Once caught by the Soul-Locking Chain, even one's soul would be trapped.
Unless the opponent's soul energy surpassed Xia Ping's, they would never be able to break free for the rest of their life. In fact, the more they struggled, the stronger the Soul-Locking Chain became, and the greater their suffering.
These Night Demon Race Demon Kings were formidable, but it was impossible for their soul energy to surpass Xia Ping's.
If others attempted to forcibly shatter these Soul-Locking Chains, they would destroy the chains along with the souls bound to them. The two had already fused into one.
That was the terror of a hell divine ability: it targeted the soul, leaving no escape.
Since ancient times, few souls trapped by the Soul-Locking Chains of hell wardens had ever broken free. Even Gods and Devils could be bound.
"Damn it, run!"
Seeing this, the many Demon Kings felt their hair stand on end. A terrifying chill surged up from the depths of their hearts. They felt that this human before them was simply unfathomable, someone they could not fight head-on.
Now, even their allies—the numerous Night Demon Race Demon Kings—had fallen into this human's hands. Their struggle for Durian World had thoroughly failed this time; there was no possibility of refining this world's origin.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
Without another word, they immediately fled into the distance, escaping at top speed.
But Xia Ping had long noticed the movements of these