Strength Restored

The other two knew that Venerable Ming Lin had already set his sights on the big fish below. They would not be lucky enough to claim a share of this soul, but Minglin outranked them, after all. He was the master of a Soul Hall branch, and if his mood improved, the others would reap at least a few benefits.

The black robes of the man on Venerable Ming Lin's right billowed as he let out a hoarse, sinister chuckle. "Heh heh, then let's strike together!"

Pitch-black chains kept emerging beside the three of them. The chains spread rapidly, shrouding the already dim sky like living creatures. Layer upon overlapping layer blotted out the clouds and heavens, while the space around them abruptly warped and trembled.

The terrifying aura of Dou Zun continued gathering in their hands, and then all three unleashed their Dou Techniques at once!

"Netherworld Ghost Hand!"

"Soul-Locking Heavenly Net!"

"Soul Shrouds Nine Nethers!"

Eerie light and chains blasted together toward the center of the Dou Qi vortex. Even a genuine Seven-Star Dou Zun would inevitably suffer grievous injuries if he took an attack this terrifying head-on.

Moreover, the aura of the person before them fluctuated wildly. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that he was at the most critical stage of cultivating his Dou Qi or breaking through to the next realm. His body would very likely shatter under this strike.

Yet after the three attacks entered the Dou Qi vortex, they did not explode as the Soul Hall elders had imagined, killing the person at its center and burying the entire caravan along with him. Instead, they vanished like clay oxen sinking into the sea. All their power was contained, without so much as a ripple, as though the deepest black hole in space had