I continuously performed the Soul-Seizing Art.
Through Leng Binghai and the werewolf Mark, I put pressure on that Old Ghost from the Leng Family, indirectly supporting my master.
But the moment the werewolf Mark's body rose even a little, the stones in the Eight Trigrams formation began trembling with a "thump, thump, thump."
Seeing this, I sensed trouble and felt an enormous resistance at the same time.
Trying to seize the soul of a living person really was no easy task...
Zhang Yuchen, who had been observing, spoke again.
"Leng Binghai is performing a ritual too. He's probably resisting your Soul-Seizing Art."
At that moment, my hands kept trembling, and cold sweat began beading on my forehead.
I could also feel immense resistance, as if the other side and I were locked in a tug-of-war.
Seeing this, Mao Jing dipped his hands in some of the blood on the ground.
He quickly formed hand seals and recited an incantation. Finally, he gave a low shout.
"Spirit Illusion Veil, lock the heart's prison tight. Strings of the soul, fall at my command. Seize!"
With Mao Jing's gesture, the two straw figures on the ground trembled again. The stones in the Eight Trigrams formation, which strengthened the Soul-Seizing Art, no longer bounced as fiercely as before.
It seemed we were both growing stronger. Mao Jing had also learned the Soul-Seizing Art, though his spell and command differed from mine.
But all techniques ultimately led to the same end...
Mao Jing and I performed the Soul-Seizing Art together, strengthening its power.
The soul banner swayed with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," while gusts of yin wind rose around us...
Zhang Yuchen spoke again.
"Hahaha, Leng Binghai coughed up blood. He's starting to give out."
Although Leng Binghai's cultivation was high, my master had severely