As Song Wen watched the Soul-Withering Dart shoot toward him like a streak of ghostly light, he showed not the slightest trace of panic. Even the pain on his face had vanished without a trace.
Against Evil Spirit Cultivators such as Mu Li and Wu Liang, his greatest trump card was neither a powerful weapon like the Ghost Bone Sword nor a secret technique like the Thunder Arts, but Shadow Void.
As a higher-order Void Demon, Shadow Void could use the Blood Servant Contract to interfere with an Evil Spirit Cultivator's mind.
This was far more vicious and difficult to guard against than any soul attack.
When Shadow Void had possessed only late ninth-tier strength, Shadow Void had already been able to briefly disrupt Gu Jiuyou's mind. And Gu Jiuyou was at the late Lingxu Dao Immortal stage, stronger even than Mu Li.
No sooner had Song Wen secretly given Shadow Void an order than a dazed look flashed through Mu Li's eyes.
Mu Li's pupils grew unfocused, as though something had gently pried them apart, and her gaze instantly lost its focus.
The Soul-Withering Dart was immediately affected as well. Though its momentum remained undiminished, it could no longer lock onto Song Wen. He easily avoided it with a casual sidestep.
A crimson Blood Tide suddenly spread beneath Song Wen's feet, transforming into scores upon scores of tentacles that swept toward Mu Li.
Mu Li abruptly blinked, and her scattered gaze regained its focus.
Only to find crimson tentacles filling the sky, bearing down on her from every direction to strangle her.
Panic crossed Mu Li's face. Before she could understand where this scene had come from, she saw that Song Wen had already evaded the Soul-Withering Dart in the distance. The dart shattered two mountains before plunging deep