Song Wen's figure appeared above the abyss.
The Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword in his hand hummed without cease, its jet-black sword radiance flickering unpredictably.
With a flash, Song Wen was about to turn into a streak of light and pursue Rong Luan, who was plummeting into the abyss below.
Just then, Gu Que's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Extreme Yin, there is no need to rush! Although Rong Luan appears weak at the moment, she is not without the strength to fight. She is merely consumed by the fear of impending death and unable to accept it for the moment. In truth, her soul will not collapse so quickly. You need only hold her off. Once her soul and spirit scatter, you can win without fighting."
Song Wen found this deeply reasonable and forcibly halted himself.
Rong Luan's death was already as certain as a nail driven into a board. There was no need to waste a Death-Substitute Puppet for nothing.
But after giving it some thought, Song Wen felt that he could not simply do nothing.
Thus, nine tentacles suddenly emerged from his head.
The tentacles trembled incessantly, bursting forth with a sharp, ear-piercing hum.
Rather than dispersing into the surroundings, the hum gathered into a visible wave of sound and shot straight toward Rong Luan.
Chasing wind and lightning, the sound wave quickly caught up to Rong Luan and crashed into her sea of consciousness.
"Ah—"
A shriek so miserable it scarcely sounded human rang from Rong Luan's mouth.
Mixed into that cry was the ultimate agony of a soul being torn apart inch by inch.
Ordinarily, a soul attack unleashed by Shadow Void at the early eighth rank would not have been enough to leave Rong Luan, a mid-Mahayana cultivator, in such a wretched state.
But