To the Wraith Bubbles, humans occasionally entering Mander Cave was nothing unusual.
There was no shortage of bold, meticulous, and capable people on this planet.
Some powerful individuals disdained borrowing others' power to enhance their combat strength. In their view, they had to maintain absolute control over their own bodies.
Others believed their convictions could govern everything. Even if they allowed a Wraith Bubble to enter their Sea of Consciousness, they could still use their powerful will to completely dominate it and turn it into their own strength.
The Wraith Bubbles did not care about any of this.
Within Mander Cave, the loss of Soul Origin Power became extremely slow. Though the wraiths who remained there would feel incomparably lonely over the endless river of time, they would not dissipate.
Especially for fortunate wraiths, finding a suitable host who could take them out of this place and allow their soul-only selves to see the wonderful world outside was not a bad option either.
Therefore, the wraiths would not proactively attack humans or powerful members of other races who entered Mander Cave in search of Wraith Bubbles.
Today, however, was an exception.
The moment Lin Yi revealed the Soul Severing Art and infused it with Lord of Ten Thousand Souls' Divine Power, the wraiths within Mander Cave felt extreme unease.
Although the wraiths in Mander Cave varied in strength, none of them had ever made the others feel such unease from the depths of their souls.
It was an instinctive fear.
When the Soul Severing Art glimmered with an unusual radiance and hovered above Lin Yi's head, every wraith—all the Soul Bodies within Mander Cave—felt their origin power being relentlessly pulled away.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
In an instant, several Wraith Bubbles glowing with eerie green light flashed before Lin Yi.
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