In Tang Qiying's hands, tens of thousands of powerful soul bodies surged forth madly, accompanied by shrill, piercing wails. The scene was terrifying for a time.
These soul bodies were twisted and indistinct, vastly different from ordinary soul bodies. There was not the slightest clarity in their eyes, only intense and overwhelming resentment. Upon seeing the ruler shadows, these soul bodies became even more frenzied, charging forward without any fear of death.
Ruler shadows filled the sky, clashing against utterly crazed vengeful spirits—soul against Dou Qi!
The presence of such ferocious souls indirectly showed that the Soul Clan had indeed treated Tang Qiying well, withholding none of their important techniques.
Countless explosions rang out. Every collision erupted in dazzling energy, as phoenix cries alternated with the resentful howls of the soul bodies.
The shockwaves from the clashes in midair continuously swept toward Xiao Yan, yet did not shift him in the slightest. Xiao Yan no longer paid attention to the explosions filling the sky. Not only did he remain motionless in midair, but he closed his eyes, fully unleashing his soul perception to sense every inch of space with meticulous precision!
Sure enough, after two breaths, Tang Qiying appeared at Xiao Yan's side. Tang Qiying was so fast that he had surpassed the limit of what the naked eye could catch; he could only be tracked through perception.
Pale black flames gathered over the daggers in Tang Qiying's hands. The daggers sliced through the air without a sound, cutting toward Xiao Yan's neck. Just as they were about to strike, Xiao Yan's tightly shut eyes opened. A seemingly inconspicuous strand of soul power shot out. In a battle of this level, that tiny needle was far too easy to overlook, yet it was often such inconspicuous attacks that proved the