As the giant python wraith's soul scattered and vanished, six more eighth-rank wraiths surged out from the depths of the Source Qi.
Facing the many wraiths lunging at her with claws and fangs bared, Ying Wu's expression remained as calm as ever.
"Break!"
With Ying Wu's soft cry, the swastika sigil suddenly split apart, dividing into six and flying toward the six eighth-rank wraiths.
It was almost an exact repeat of what had happened before.
After the six wraiths were struck by the swastika sigils, their soul bodies began to collapse at a visible speed, eventually turning into fragments of souls.
However, the swastika sigils had ultimately exhausted their power and slowly dissipated.
But Ying Wu swiftly formed another series of hand seals.
Countless strands of Sword Qi materialized before her, and another swastika sigil slowly took shape.
Yet an unusual flush appeared on Ying Wu's cheeks, and her aura became somewhat unsteady, as though her spiritual power was being rapidly depleted.
Song Wen knew full well that Ying Wu's condition was not caused by using the Immovable Wisdom King Seal. Rather, she had forcibly activated a soul-defense spiritual treasure to withstand the divine sense assaults of so many eighth-rank wraiths, causing her spiritual power and mental energy to drain too quickly.
In truth, even an ordinary Mahayana cultivator with a top-grade soul-defense spiritual treasure would be unable to withstand the divine sense assaults of more than twenty eighth-rank wraiths at once.
That Ying Wu could do so already left Song Wen utterly astonished.
Yet even so, there was not the slightest hint of retreat or fear in Ying Wu's eyes.
Her eyes were as indifferent as cold stars in the night sky—bright, icy, and unwavering.
Afraid that she might collapse from excessive spiritual power depletion the next moment, Song