Devouring Demonic Path

"Die! Die!"

A hundred thousand evil souls swarmed like densely packed ants, completely covering Nuoshen Samo's phantom body.

Every inch of it was blanketed by terrifying evil souls, clawing desperately at the will within, tearing away bite after bite and swallowing it whole.

If anyone with trypophobia saw the sight left upon Nuoshen Samo's phantom body at that moment, they would likely feel sick.

Previously, Nuoshen Samo's phantom had forcefully suppressed Zheng Yi's Divine Soul and wantonly destroyed it, inflicting boundless pain.

Yet what it had not expected was that the situation had now reversed by one hundred and eighty degrees. The identities of victim and aggressor had undergone a tremendous change.

Now, Nuoshen Samo's phantom had become the victim, enduring the terrifying bites of a hundred thousand evil souls.

Although this was merely a portion of will split off from the main body, a negligible amount that would not inflict too great a loss upon the original body—

—to the hundred thousand evil souls, this highly concentrated will was undoubtedly a Taotie Grand Feast.

As a small portion of will detached from the main body, Nuoshen Samo's phantom had developed its own intelligence.

It violently flung its body about, erupting with terrifying impact force in an attempt to utterly destroy the evil souls covering it.

Even when some evil souls were struck by that power and directly reduced to nothingness, they swiftly re-formed within the Evil Soul Banner, though their individual forms became noticeably smaller.

Clearly, to completely destroy these evil souls, one would have to destroy the Hundred Thousand Evil Soul Banner they inhabited. Otherwise, they simply could not be eliminated.

And as those evil souls clung to Nuoshen Samo's phantom and tore into it in a frenzy, devouring it, the effect was exceedingly apparent.

"It really works!"