Countless phantom-like black shadows condensed into shapes, their expressions ferocious and resembling evil ghosts from hell.
Yan Huan quickly slashed out with his sword, a massive crescent-shaped sword qi blocking out the sun and sky, yet it passed straight through the bodies of those ghosts and flew off toward the edge of the horizon.
"?!"
The very next moment, those souls surged into Yan Huan's mind.
Anger, fear, sorrow, wild ecstasy...
A variety of emotions left Yan Huan stunned for half a breath, as if he had not expected that someone's mental attack could actually be effective against him.
"Hmph, asking for it."
In an instant, the black-robed swordsman arrived behind Yan Huan, his longsword precisely piercing his chest.
Then the blade slanted, slashing out from the side of Yan Huan's body and kicking up a large amount of soul steel fragments.
"Not bad."
His body shattered, Yan Huan's eyes rolled as he stared at this black-robed swordsman whose face could not be seen clearly.
"You don't really think... you can walk out of here alive, do you?"
The next moment, a gale swept through the entire Grove of Epiphany.
A sudden curtain of light manifested from the center of the Enlightenment Throne, drawing Castorice, Trianne, and Anaxa into its midst.
At the same time, Yan Huan grabbed a golden cube and a knotted rope, tossing them together into the portal at the center of the Enlightenment Throne.
Facing the fierce wind, Castorice's robes fluttered. Struggling to maintain her stance against the massive suction force of the portal, she shouted into the air, "What is Your Lordship trying to do?!"
"Retreating, of course."
Yan Huan's cheeks rapidly cracked, followed by his torso, limbs... until the soul steel comprising his body completely decomposed, transforming into bindings that wrapped tightly around the