For a time, four of the Illusion Race's five Early Ancient Saints had died, leaving only Sophia alive. The entire land had become a realm of dead silence, saturated with the aura of death.
"This!"
Sophia stared in disbelief at the utterly dead Minerva. She had fought Minerva for countless years and naturally knew what a terrifying Saint he had been.
Moreover, he was an Early Ancient Saint who had comprehended the law of space, possessing incomparably formidable strength. Yet he had actually been killed by an Immortal Saint. If word got out, it would surely shake the entire universe.
Her thoughts churned wildly, while her sea of consciousness was utterly blank. She could no longer think of anything.
"Tell me. Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"
Xia Ping looked down from above, holding the Samsara Pen. His gaze was indifferent as he looked calmly at Sophia, boundless killing intent pouring from his body and completely enveloping her.
"You won't kill me?"
Sophia regained her clarity at this moment. She looked at Xia Ping in surprise, for she was an Early Ancient Saint who had comprehended the law of space.
Once she recovered from her injuries, she would surely pose an immense threat to him.
"As long as you open your soul and merge with this Soul Seal, you can live. If you refuse, then die." Xia Ping spoke calmly, reaching out with one hand and instantly condensing a Soul Seal.
This was a supreme secret art inherited from the Blood Soul Saint. Once a Soul Seal was planted in an enemy, they could immediately be enslaved, their life and death resting upon a single thought of his.
He had not used the Soul Seal before because he had not found anyone worth enslaving.
Now,