Inside the Soul Refining Banner, Douluo's group was shocked!

"If I were to throw him into my Billion Soul Banner, I doubt he could last even half a breath before being torn to shreds by the fierce souls, not even qualifying to be a subordinate soul."

Upon hearing the words "Billion Soul Banner."

The hunchbacked elder kneeling below buried his head even lower, his body trembling like leaves in an autumn wind.

Duntian Ancestor waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Forget it, tasteless to eat, a pity to discard."

"Take him down and throw him into your Hundred Thousand Soul Banners to test the waters."

The Ancestor commanded indifferently.

"If he can last three days inside without being devoured by other vengeful souls, then he can barely remain inside as a lowly minor soul."

"If he cannot, then it is his fate to be thin, and he shall be transformed into soul energy to nourish the banner."

The hunchbacked elder felt as if he had been granted a great pardon and quickly kowtowed heavily on the ground.

"I obey the Ancestor's decree!"

With that, he quickly scrambled to his feet, grabbed Ghost by the collar, and retreated rapidly from the oppressive cave.

It wasn't until he reached the Bone Plaza outside that the hunchbacked elder let out a long sigh of relief.

He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from the corpse spots on his face, then turned to look at Ghost in his hand.

"Consider yourself lucky, kid, the Ancestor doesn't fancy you."

The hunchbacked elder grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, his smile sinister.

"However, entering my Hundred Thousand Soul Banners, the experience might not be much better than death."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small black triangular flag from the sleeve of his wide black robe.

The flag looked somewhat tattered, with many twisted human faces embroidered on its surface with dark red silk thread.

The hunchbacked elder held the flagpole and gently waved it at Ghost.

"Absorb!"

A gust of yin wind carrying a strong smell of blood rose from the ground.

Ghost had no room to struggle; he only felt his vision go black, and his entire body was instantly sucked into the black flag.

As Ghost was sucked into the Soul Banner, the perspective on the Sky Screen also shifted.

For the people of Douluo Continent, for the first time, they saw the internal world of a magical artifact from the Cultivation World with their own eyes, in an immersive first-person perspective.

It was a gray space that made one's scalp tingle.

There was no sky, no earth, only surging gray mist all around.

Within this mist, countless phantoms floated densely.

These phantoms included men and women, old and young, and even many strangely shaped spirit beasts.

They had no physical bodies, only souls.

Every soul's eyes were scarlet, and their faces bore expressions of extreme pain and madness.

In this space, the only rule was to devour.

In the scene, a slightly larger soul opened its bloody maw and bit down on the arm of a smaller soul next to it.

The smaller soul let out a piercing scream and struggled desperately, but a piece of its soul body was still forcibly torn off by the larger soul and chewed and swallowed.

Before the larger soul could even digest it, seven or eight even fiercer residual souls suddenly pounced from behind, pinning it in mid-air and instantly tearing it into countless pieces.

Biting, screaming, devouring, endlessly.

This was a true purgatory of Asuras.

When Ghost, carrying the aura of a living person, fell into this gray space.

The souls that were fighting each other all around suddenly stopped.

Tens of thousands of scarlet eyes turned in unison, staring intently at Ghost, the "new prey."

The scent of fresh soul bodies was like a spring in the desert for these vengeful souls who had been hungry for who knows how many years.

"Roar!"

It was unclear which vengeful soul first let out a piercing shriek.

The next second, the gray mist from all directions exploded like boiling water.

Hundreds and thousands of ferocious ghosts with contorted faces, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, lunged at Ghost.

Outside the Sky Screen.

On the dirt playground of Shrek Academy, many students directly closed their eyes, trembling with fear.

Ning Rongrong tightly gripped Zhu Queqing's arm, her nails digging into her flesh.

"This is too terrifying... it's ten thousand times worse than killing him directly."

Ning Rongrong said with a sob.

"To have his soul eaten bit by bit by those evil spirits while alive, and then to become one of them after death, forever trapped in that banner, killing each other."

Tang San's face also turned pale, and he gritted his teeth tightly.

Such a treasure that directly targeted the soul was unheard of even on the Douluo Continent.

In the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong felt her scalp tingle.

She watched the swarming vengeful spirits on the screen, a deep sense of powerlessness rising in her heart.

This was merely the Hundred Thousand Soul Banners held by an ordinary elder of the Soul Refining Sect.

If it were the sect's treasure held by Duntian Ancestor, which had sealed ten billion lives, how desperate would the scene inside be?

Inside the Soul Banners.

Seeing the evil spirits about to pounce on him.

Ghost's survival instinct was completely ignited at this moment.

Although he had lost his soul power, his instinct for merging with shadows was still there.

"Escape!"

He shouted desperately in his heart.

His body instantly melted, turning into an extremely faint black shadow, directly sticking to the surging gray mist at the bottom of this space.

The dozens of vengeful spirits at the forefront missed their target and crashed into each other, biting and tearing at one another.

However, there were simply too many evil spirits in this Soul Banner.

Even though Ghost had hidden in the shadows.

The evil spirits that hadn't gotten their fresh soul bodies went mad, scratching and searching frantically in the gray mist.

Ghost hid in the shadows, not daring to move at all.

He could clearly feel that several times, the mouths of the evil spirits, full of sharp teeth, had almost brushed past his scalp.

The fear and trembling from the depths of his soul made every second feel longer than a century.

He had to survive in here for a full three days!

During these three days, as long as he showed the slightest flaw, he would be torn to shreds by these hundred thousand evil spirits.

Time passed bit by bit.

Ghost cautiously moved in the shadows, trying to avoid areas where the evil spirits were dense.

Just as he thought he could temporarily escape disaster by this method.

The gray mist in front of him suddenly slowly parted to both sides.

The surrounding ordinary vengeful spirits, who had been fighting frantically, let out terrified wails as if they had encountered a terrifying natural predator, and desperately fled into the distance.

Ghost, hiding in the shadows, felt his heart leap.

He looked up, peering through the gaps in the mist.

He saw a huge black shadow, several times larger than an ordinary vengeful spirit, slowly drifting from the depths of the mist.

This shadow had two massive heads, and its four thick arms were entwined with dense malevolent energy.

This was definitely one of the powerful main souls that had survived countless absorptions within this Hundred Thousand Soul Banners!

This Double-Headed Main Soul drifted to the spot above where Ghost was hiding and stopped.

The four dark golden eyes on its two heads slowly opened in the gray mist.

Its gaze penetrated the disguise of the shadows and stared directly at Ghost hiding below.

One of the heads split open into a large mouth, revealing a greedy smile.

The picture on the Sky Screen became dim and oppressive at this moment.

In the gray space within the Soul Banners, the giant Double-Headed Main Soul stared at Ghost, hidden in the shadows, with a playful gaze.

One of its fanged heads split open, revealing a chilling smile.

"Hiss!"

The Double-Headed Main Soul suddenly opened its mouth, and a vast, irresistible suction instantly locked onto the shadow where Ghost was.

The surrounding gray mist was torn to shreds by this suction, turning into a whirlwind that poured directly into that abyssal maw.

Ghost, hiding in the shadows, felt his body like a fallen leaf in a gale, about to be torn to shreds at any moment.

He knew too well the consequences of being sucked in.

The pain of his soul being ground to pieces, he had already felt it was worse than death just by watching other vengeful spirits go through it.

"I can't die here..."

The instinct for survival screamed frantically in Ghost's mind.

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out every last shred of Shadow Spiritual Energy remaining within his body.

Just as his body was about to be ripped out of the shadows, Ghost made an incredibly decisive choice.

He abruptly abandoned a large portion of the shadow energy from his left arm, transforming that mass of energy into a fake decoy that flew straight into the gaping maw of the Double-Headed Main Soul, carried by the suction.

Meanwhile, his true form used the recoil from severing his own arm to slip away like a slick loach, instantly diving into a deeper crevice of the gray mist.

"Crunch!"

The Double-Headed Main Soul bit down on the shadow decoy, chewing it a few times.

Upon realizing it was nothing more than a hollow mass of mist, it roared in fury, its two heads scanning the area as it began to frantically rummage through its surroundings.

Ghost dared not stop.

Enduring the agonizing pain of his soul being torn apart, he scrambled desperately through the intricate, folded spaces within the Soul-Calling Banner.

He witnessed sights that made his stomach churn.

There were old men with only half a torso gnawing on the phantom of a child, and the broken spirits of savage beasts devouring one another.

There was not a single safe place here; every inch of space was saturated with madness and hunger.

He did not know how long he had been fleeing, but only when the roars of the Double-Headed Main Soul could no longer be heard did Ghost dare to stop.

He huddled in a dead-end corner formed by the intersection of two gray mists, gasping for air.

Although he currently lacked a physical body, the exhaustion weighed directly upon the depths of his soul.

He looked down at his form.

His originally solid black body had now become somewhat translucent.

Having lost the energy of an entire arm, combined with the constant draining of his vitality within this magical artifact's space, Ghost could feel that in at most half an hour, if he did not receive replenishment, he would dissipate entirely and become mere nourishment for this Soul-Calling Banner.

"Hungry..."

An unprecedented sense of hunger suddenly surged from the depths of his soul.

This hunger was not the empty-stomach sensation of a mortal.

It was an extreme, primal craving for the essence of a soul.

He felt every shred of his consciousness clamoring, desperate to devour something to fill this void.

Just then, a faint gray light drifted slowly out of the mist ahead.

It was a mangled soul.

It appeared to have been an ordinary low-level cultivator in life, its lower half bitten off during the recent chaotic battle, leaving only a half-formed, dazed torso drifting aimlessly along the mist.

The remnant soul drifted near the corner where Ghost was hiding; seemingly sensing danger, it turned to flee.

A ghostly green light suddenly ignited in Ghost's hollow eyes.

He swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva.

His hands reached forward involuntarily.

However, when he saw that face—distorted, yet still retaining the features of a human—his movements froze.

No... I am human...

Ghost clutched his head in agony, desperately resisting that primal urge in his heart.

I am an elder of Spirit Hall, I am a Title Douluo...

How could I act like a beast and consume a human soul!

The last shred of his humanity was making its final stand in this dark corner.

But the laws of the Soul-Calling Banner were unreasonable.

The rule here was to devour; if you did not eat others, you would be erased by this space.

The translucence of Ghost's body grew more severe, and his consciousness began to blur.

The mangled soul seemed to realize Ghost was weak; instead of fleeing, it tentatively drifted closer, opening a toothless mouth to bite a piece of flesh from Ghost.

The bite landed on Ghost's shoulder.

Though the opponent was weak, the pain of his soul being torn apart instantly shattered Ghost's final shred of reason.

"Get lost!"

Ghost let out a hoarse, low growl.

He lunged with his only remaining right hand, grabbing the remnant soul by the throat.

The remnant soul let out a faint shriek, its hands clawing wildly at Ghost's arm.

Ghost watched the struggling human face in his hand, tears sliding uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, dissipating into black light in the mist.

He opened his mouth as he cried.

Then, he bit down on the remnant soul's head.

Douluo Continent.

All the viewers watching the Sky Screen felt their scalps go numb and their stomachs churn uncontrollably at that moment.

On the training grounds of Shrek Academy.

Xiao Wu's face was deathly pale. She turned around and gagged into Tang San's shoulder.

Oscar and the others also covered their mouths, not daring to look at the screen anymore.

"They've gone mad, completely mad..."

Dai Mubai's legs trembled, his voice quivering.

Tang San held Xiao Wu tightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the light screen.

He watched Ghost, tears streaming down his face, tear into the remnant soul like a beast.

Tang San felt no mockery in his heart, only a bottomless sorrow and dread.

"This is the law of that world."

Tang San's voice was low, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps to everyone.

"In the face of life and death, a person's bottom line is as thin as a piece of paper."

"The place called the Soul Refining Sect is terrifying not because they can kill people."

"But because they can turn you into a monster that even you yourself find disgusting while you're still alive."

Spirit City, Pope Palace.