Ten Thousand Banners Slay Yama

It had to be said that an inheritance as ancient as Nuoshen Samo's possessed abilities so bizarre they defied comprehension.

Just like the situation before him—merely one attack had left a mark upon Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi could clearly sense that the invading will was immensely powerful.

An ordinary Realm Lord Realm expert might have been able to resist it for a moment, but they would not have been able to hold out for long.

After all, the level Nuoshen Samo had reached was beyond imagination.

Even a thread of its separated main will, once it invaded the Divine Soul Space, could leave a Realm Lord expert helpless, their back covered in thorns.

Although Zheng Yi could use Faith Power to resist it to some extent, this method could not last.

Most importantly, Zheng Yi had no way to destroy that will.

It was like maggots clinging to the bone, leaving Zheng Yi with no way to eradicate it completely.

"This thing is venomous indeed!"

Two clusters of silver light shot out from Zheng Yi's pupils, icy and devoid of emotion.

Countless cracks spread from within them, while an immense distortion formed at their cores, as though some invisible force were seeping out.

At this moment, Zheng Yi's expression twisted slightly, clearly enduring unimaginable pain.

Yet his outward appearance remained calm, as though the collision of his Divine Soul origin and its torment had nothing to do with him.

Without exaggeration, if even a peak expert had been put in his place, they likely could not have remained as calm as Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi had already fallen into boundless agony. Enormous pain surged over him like a tidal wave, wrapping him up completely.

In truth, the battle raging within the Divine Soul Space was far more brutal than what