"All right, time is pressing. Fellow Daoists Wu Bo and Wu Shandie, it is time for you to be on your way."
As Song Wen spoke, the Blood Tide enveloping Wu Bo, Wu Shandie, and Wu Qinghan began to churn violently, swallowing all three of them in an instant.
At the same time, transparent blades condensed one after another between Song Wen's brows and shot into Wu Lingzhu's sea of consciousness.
Song Wen had not unleashed these Soul-Slaying Spikes with his full strength; they did not even contain one-tenth of his spiritual sense.
His main purpose was to grievously wound Wu Lingzhu's soul so that Lan Chen could seize her body, not to scatter her soul to the winds.
After enduring more than a dozen Soul-Slaying Spikes, Wu Lingzhu's eyes rolled back. She had already lost consciousness, looking as though she had become a mindless fool.
"Lan Chen, do it!" Song Wen shouted.
"Fine!"
Lan Chen wasted no words. She sprang straight toward Wu Lingzhu's head.
Wu Lingzhu's soul was already on the verge of collapse. Her sea of consciousness was as undefended as an open gate, and Lan Chen easily broke into it.
Song Wen's spiritual sense entered as well.
After searching through Wu Lingzhu's sea of consciousness, Lan Chen finally found Wu Lingzhu's soul in its depths.
Wu Lingzhu's soul was riddled with holes, like exquisite yet fragile porcelain covered in cracks.
Like a vicious wolf, Lan Chen pounced upon Wu Lingzhu's soul and began to tear and bite at it. Wu Lingzhu's soul, meanwhile, seemed trapped within a nightmare that set her soul trembling and her spirit quaking. Her eyes remained tightly shut, her face full of terror, yet she was unable to offer even the slightest resistance.
Seeing this, Song Wen withdrew his spiritual sense from