Su Mo did not answer Ye Ying. Instead, he gazed beneath the Soul Sea at the dozens of people bound there.
There were thirty-seven of them in total, and it was impossible to discern their cultivation.
Perhaps it was because their cultivation had been sealed, or perhaps for some other reason.
Moreover, nine of them were likely already dead. They had no trace of life aura whatsoever, and deathly energy permeated their bodies.
The auras of the other twenty-eight were extremely faint, but Su Mo could sense the fluctuations of life force within them.
After all, he was well versed in the Great Dao of Life and Death. His perception of life and death surpassed that of others by who knew how many times.
Whoosh!
Su Mo arrived before one of the dead individuals and carefully examined the person, as well as the stone pillar and tentacles binding them.
The stone pillar was pitch-black and gleamed all over. The tentacles resembled vines, growing directly out from within the pillar.
Even a guess was enough to tell him that if the tentacles were damaged by an external force, the stone pillar would explode, killing whoever was bound to it.
Every bound individual was half-dead. All their cultivation strength had been sealed, and even if the force of the stone pillar's explosion was not great, it would be enough to kill any one of them.
After a brief moment of thought, Su Mo asked Bai Lingjun and Wu Kong, "How powerful exactly is the explosion of this stone pillar?"
He did not rashly investigate the stone pillar's exact workings, lest he make a clever move only to spoil everything. He first needed to understand its power.
"It should be a little stronger than my full-force strike." In a flash, Wu Kong arrived