What the fuck, this bastard! At this moment Xiao Yan could not help cursing inside his heart.
Xiao Yan did not know what Faith Power was. That kind of power was probably valuable only to those whose strength reached the level of the Lord of Fierce Souls; for them, it was still far too distant.
That kind of Faith Power was probably enough to rival the Samsara Power of the Soul Devouring Master and the others. To Xiao Yan, it was the apocalypse, a god-like existence, untouchable.
Yet the trace of weak Faith Power sensed from within Hun Yan's body seemed to indicate that stronger experts above the Eight-Star Dou Xian existed within the Soul Clan or Soul Hall.
Yet according to Xiao Yan's previous understanding, the strongest experts of the Soul Hall were at most at the Seven-Star or Eight-Star level. If there were ones even stronger, did that not mean they possessed a Samsara Grade among them?
The Soul Clan, predecessor of the Soul Hall, stood proudly on the Dou Yun Continent, yet the Dou Yun Continent was still a bit inferior compared to the Lihun Domain. How could it possibly have a Reincarnation Expert?
At this moment, Xiao Yan's understanding of the peak of the Soul Hall became murky and unfathomable once more.
This really is a strange matter.
There seems to be something interesting inside your body. At this moment, Protector Bai also discovered something. His gaze knitted slightly as he gripped the ink-colored longsword and silver feather fan in both hands simultaneously, staring vigilantly at Hun Yan.
Just now, when he used the ink-colored longsword to directly attack the protective black mist around Hun Yan, a throbbing sensation welled up in the bottom of his heart. To be able to make even an Eight-Star Dou