When one of the demonic cultivators saw this, he let out a hoarse roar, his voice trembling with utter disbelief. He stared at Jiang Lu in terror. "Y-you... who exactly are you!?"
Ghost cultivators capable of wielding the Myriad Souls Banner were few and far between in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. There was no way they would not recognize it.
After all, even Mahayana Stage cultivators dared not provoke its wielder. Since they traveled abroad, they naturally had to know such things.
Jiang Lu's gaze was cold as frost, without the slightest ripple in her eyes. She spoke only one harsh sentence:
"Your sins are overflowing. No need for questions—go ask King Yama!"
The moment her words fell, the souls of the two trapped within the net were instantly sucked into the Myriad Souls Banner.
Her body spun, and she immediately rushed forward to assist the other three. Her powerful leg swept out on a fierce gale, kicking the demonic cultivator hard in the back.
The three black figures had been frightened by the Myriad Souls Banner, and with their bodies already exhausted, they instantly lost their balance and fell uncontrollably toward the net below.
The three of them squeezed out every last bit of strength in an attempt to flee for their lives, but it was already beyond salvation.
The Myriad Souls Banner swayed slightly. Three shrill, despairing screams abruptly tore through the sky, piercing the wind and rain that filled the heavens.
Five murky, pitch-black demonic souls were violently torn from their bodies by the Myriad Souls Banner's savage suction. They transformed into five streams of black smoke and were swallowed whole by the banner, vanishing completely into the air.
The Myriad Souls Banner suddenly shrank and returned to Jiang Lu's waist.
Looking at the figures emanating Demonic