The scene was utterly shocking.
They had thought the souls would be devoured in a manner that combined brutality with elegance.
Yet the result was unexpected. Only brutality remained.
They did not even check whether there was anything wrong with the three bodies left behind. As though they had starved for over ten days, they seized them and began gnawing.
All that could be heard was a scalp-numbing crunching, followed by wave after wave of violent convulsions.
Three people weighing over a hundred jin each simply vanished into the mouths of those three dead souls, vividly demonstrating what it meant to eat someone clean to the bone.
With blood all over its mouth, one of the dead souls seemed to shudder.
"The images are fragmented. The souls were cut apart, and forces that did not belong to them were mixed within. It was a trap deliberately left behind."
One of the dead souls spoke with a cold sneer.
They were clearly aware that these three half-dead, half-living things left behind had to be problematic. They should have been the other party's backup plan.
The other two dead souls were laughing as well, plainly dismissing such a tactic with disdain.
As dead souls, their circumstances were extraordinarily special.
The methods of cultivators were, for the most part, difficult to make effective against them.
They were not living people and possessed no flesh and blood. Their souls had exceedingly low activity, their thoughts like grains of desolate ice sand. They were already dead; Dao arts aimed at the living were inherently weakened against them.
Their innate racial advantage alone already allowed them to stand above cultivators and look down from on high.
Then there was their power of decay. It was no simple divine ability, but something precipitated through the passage of