Yu Ci's yinshen was stable, yet at the other end of the connection, violent tremors surged in wave after wave. Lake and Sea Wanderer cried out in desperate pouring words:
"That bastard, he tricked me!"
Lake and Sea Wanderer believed that man to be the root of all evil, pushing even Chu Yan—who had tortured him until he begged for death in vain—completely aside! In truth, the wretched fellow had already completely lost his mind by now, and what manifested over there was merely bone-deep rancor, though the source of that rancor was somewhat unexpected.
That bastard?
Yu Ci looked down from on high, watching the churning impact of this resentment.
Although it was a two-way induction, Lake and Sea Wanderer could not pose a threat to him at all. In his eyes, the other end of the spiritual will connection was like a frantic ant; dangerous perhaps on its own plane, but entirely meaningless to Yu Ci.
This mindset was extremely subtle, and also exquisitely wonderful.
Toward Lake and Sea Wanderer's resentment, he felt somewhat uncomprehending, and his puzzled intent clearly transmitted through the spiritual will connection to the weakened soul at the other end.
This was a technique, but calling it a technique was not entirely accurate; Yu Ci was simply very naturally imitating the consistent attitude of a certain grand master of supernatural powers in his mind: starting precisely from his present overlooking position, using an aloof and even irresistible will to act upon that weak, pathetic flame of the soul.
The next moment, Lake and Sea Wanderer's soul flame was all but extinguished!
The irresistibly oppressive might of the soul flame pressed down like a mountain. The pressure here involved a certain exceptionally profound level; Yu Ci was only imitating, but to the weakened soul at