In an instant, dozens more streaks shot up from beneath the narrow path—or rather, dozens of golden beams of varying thickness. They sliced through the air from every angle, then plunged toward the Bat King from entirely different directions. The golden light was simply too fast; it had no time to react and no chance to escape. All it could do was watch helplessly as those golden beams pierced its body, finally stabbing into its brain.
Although this attack was sudden and effective, the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King possessed vitality far surpassing that of most soul beasts. Even with its body and heads mangled by the Golden Light Incantation, as long as part of its head remained intact, it could use its splitting technique.
The next moment, amid a cloud of golden mist, the enormous body of the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat suddenly exploded, transforming into over a hundred tiny golden bats that tried to scatter in all directions. Had it not been crippled by the Golden Light Incantation, it should have been able to split into several hundred.
Just as the dark gold bats thought the danger had passed, a crisp "jingle" rang in their ears. It was the soundwave attack of the Soul-Shaking Bell. When it had been the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King, it possessed strength exceeding that of an ordinary ten-thousand-year soul beast, and the Soul-Shaking Bell could at most inflict a negative effect on it. But under Mo Lin's Golden Light Incantation, it had been forced to split itself apart to escape the immediate danger—and that was exactly what Mo Lin wanted. The Soul-Shaking Bell could directly shake the souls of those tiny dark gold bats out of their bodies. Every move the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King made had been within Mo Lin's