Song Wen frowned slightly, greatly surprised.
Though his cultivation was inferior to the other's, lightning techniques naturally restrained corpse cultivators. By all rights, he should at least have been able to knock away the Soul-Breaking Awl.
Feeling the abyssal aura emanating from the other man's body, Song Wen immediately realized that his opponent's advantage lay in the sheer depth of his spiritual power.
But the other man's cultivation was only one minor realm above his. Why was his spiritual power so vastly superior?
Though countless thoughts flashed through his mind, Song Wen's assault did not pause in the slightest.
He had no time to waste. He had to end this quickly.
Strictly speaking, it was not Song Wen making the move, but Shadow Void.
At some point, Shadow Void's nine tentacles had extended from atop Song Wen's head and begun to tremble faintly.
As for the corpse cultivator opposite him, seeing that his Soul-Breaking Awl held a slight advantage, his spirits lifted. Just as he was about to urge the awl onward and seize victory in one push, a piercing buzz suddenly rang in his mind, like hundreds or thousands of iron needles stabbing into his sea of consciousness.
"Ah..."
The corpse cultivator let out a shrill cry.
But the cry lasted only a moment before abruptly cutting off.
His soul had suffered grievous damage, and he fainted.
Spiritual power surged from Song Wen's body, wrapping around the corpse cultivator as he sped away.
He did not rush to kill the corpse cultivator.
The moment the corpse cultivator died, the people of Six Baleful Hall would notice.
Only after getting as far away from Six Baleful Hall as possible would Song Wen strike.
Song Wen hurried onward, leaving the Source-Qi Death Domain and racing several million li before arriving above