Yu Ci flicked his wrist. Drawn by their cord, the two metal hooks collided once more. The sound, originally as transparent as cicada wings, abruptly changed pitch. The sound itself was ignored; what remained was an indescribably violent tremor in the void, shifting a thousand times in an instant as it struck at every living thing nearby.
This was the hooked cord Yu Ci had obtained in the ghost beast cave. He did not know its origins, but the tremors produced when its twin hooks collided could directly assault the soul.
Neither Nan Songzi nor Yu Ci escaped it.
In that instant, Yu Ci nearly spat out the Heart-Pulling Horn. The changes unleashed by the hooked cord were ten times more intricate than Nan Songzi's. Even with experience and preparation, Yu Ci nearly failed to endure it. In his senses, the invisible barrier shielding his soul twisted and warped in that instant, riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse.
To achieve the greatest effect just now, he had not held back in the slightest when driving the hooked cord!
Fortunately, Nan Songzi's reaction was even worse than he had imagined.
In Yu Ci's eyes, Nan Songzi's Yin Spirit was a pale, colorless phantom marked by several glaring black blotches. The natal Yin Demon shrouding it trailed red smoke, the colors sharply contrasted and clearly distinct. Yet when the twin hooks collided in succession, those colors abruptly muddled together.
Then came a piercing shriek.
It was not the cry of either Nan Songzi or the natal Yin Demon alone, but both of them screaming together. Two beings without physical substance could only be venting through such means. A powerful emotional impact exploded from their entwined shrieks—utter madness and agitation!
This twisted, mingled mass of smoke hung before Yu Ci's