Feeling the formation's power pressing in from all around him without end, while the scene before his eyes repeatedly overlapped as though it were about to trap him in an illusion formation once more.
The Fat Cultivator did not dare let down his guard in the slightest either. Gritting his teeth, he steadied his mind and immediately activated the soul banner in his hand.
The next moment, countless wronged souls and vicious ghosts rushed out of the soul banner, scrambling over one another. Among them were even cultivators' Nascent Souls and Primordial Spirits.
This showed that those who had perished at the Fat Cultivator's hands and been collected into the soul banner were not merely Low Tier cultivators, but Nascent Soul cultivators and even Out of Body stage beings.
The moment they appeared, the wronged souls and vicious ghosts all glared viciously at the Fat Cultivator, wishing they could devour his flesh alive!
Once living beings were trapped within a soul banner, they could not be reincarnated unless the banner was destroyed. Even after death, they remained under another's control, suffering endless torment.
However, the soul banner was under the Fat Cultivator's control.
Sensing the gazes of the wronged souls and vicious ghosts around him, a cold glint flashed through the Fat Cultivator's eyes as the hand seal in his hand shifted slightly.
The many wronged souls and vicious ghosts immediately revealed pained expressions.
"Go!"
The Fat Cultivator shouted sharply, pointing his soul banner ahead.
In an instant, the wronged souls and vicious ghosts howled as they charged straight toward the Spirit Vein at the formation's core.
Before they could reach the Spirit Vein, countless wronged souls and vicious ghosts vanished amid the formation's fluctuations.
Yet among thousands upon thousands of wronged souls and vicious ghosts, there would always be