The golden hand remained utterly still.
Yet the dragon tail of that vengeful soul was shaken apart inch by inch, ghostly green light spurting from the fractures like splashing blood.
The vengeful soul let out a shrill howl.
"Attack together!"
The leading vengeful soul roared, and all seven dragon souls moved at once.
Though countless years had worn away most of their power, True Dragons were True Dragons in the end.
The seven dragons attacked in unison. Dragon breath, dragon claws, dragon tails, and dragon roars—four kinds of attacks came crashing toward Ye Lin from every direction.
The ghostly green dragon breath burned through the void, reducing even space itself to nothingness wherever it passed.
Dragon claws tore apart heaven and earth, each claw blade stretching a thousand zhang long and gleaming with an icy, sinister light.
Dragon tails swept in every direction. Three tails lashed out at once, sealing off all of Ye Lin's escape routes.
Meanwhile, the leading vengeful soul opened its dragon maw and released a dragon roar that shook the soul. Contained within it was the Dragon Clan's most primordial will of slaughter, striking directly at the divine soul to shatter Ye Lin's Primordial Spirit alive.
Though these seven vengeful souls were mere remnants, they had each been at least Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm beings in life.
Though they had lost their dragon bodies and their strength had plummeted, when seven dragons joined forces, even an ordinary Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivator would meet a bitter end.
But Ye Lin was no ordinary Quasi-Saint.
Facing the attacks from all sides, his expression did not change as his right hand formed a sword seal.
There was no sword.
But his fingertips were the sword.
The holy power of a Quasi-Saint gathered at his fingertips, forming an invisible