"You sure do talk a lot. Once I kill you, the truth will naturally come to light."
Knowing he could not outargue him, Blood Daoist raised the tattered banner in his hand high. At once, incessant screams rang out from the banner, chilling enough to make one's hair stand on end, as though it contained endless wronged souls.
"This old man has refined the countless living beings of three great worlds into sacrifice. Their souls are all within this banner. By now, it contains countless wronged souls, and among them are no lack of Earth Immortals."
"And now, this old man will release them all. I wonder whether you can withstand them?"
Blood Daoist smiled cruelly, his hands swiftly forming seals. Immediately, the tattered banner before him began to endlessly emit incomparably frigid yin qi.
In an instant, the heavens and earth around them became utterly gloomy. Dense yin qi blanketed the entire sky, plunging the whole world into darkness.
One translucent wronged soul after another flew from the tattered banner, each baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, their forms grotesque beyond compare.
"Kill him."
Blood Daoist sat cross-legged in midair, his hands continuously forming seals. At once, the wronged souls charged toward Ye Lin.
The wronged souls filling the sky completely covered heaven and earth. They poured forth without end, their numbers impossible to calculate.
"You think these little tricks are enough?"
Ye Lin smiled disdainfully and slowly raised the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword in his hand. Then he swung it. In an instant, an incomparably brilliant sword light flashed across heaven and earth. Beneath that sword light, countless wronged souls were immediately scattered to the winds.
Not even a scrap remained.
The sword light did not stop, continuing onward as it slashed toward Blood Daoist.
"Hmph, little tricks?