Those wronged souls were grotesque and terrifying. Some had mutilated limbs and mangled flesh; others were deathly pale, their eye sockets hollow.
Pitch-black ghostly qi coiled around them, accompanied by piercing, bone-chilling cries and wails. They packed the sky so densely that they completely devoured all light.
A biting chill spread through the air, wrapping tightly around Jiang Lu's limbs and bones, making her whole body shiver with cold.
Endless ghostly cries and demonic howls flooded wildly into her ears, then invaded her Sea of Consciousness. Sharp, mournful, venomous... the layered roars relentlessly battered Jiang Lu's soul.
In an instant, tearing pain swept through her body. Her head seemed to explode and swell, while her soul felt as though countless threads were viciously pulling and grinding it apart. Waves of bursting dizziness and stabbing pain crashed over her, making her fingertips tremble and her scalp go numb.
She gritted her teeth tightly, curling her fingers as she clenched the Divine Soul Banner in her hand. Pure, abundant spiritual power surged from her dantian and poured at full speed through her meridians into the banner.
The pitch-black banner cloth abruptly billowed in the violent wind, whipping and dancing through the air with a rapid flapping sound.
The banner trembled slightly, unable to conceal its excitement.
So many delicious treats~
This banner had finally started living the good life!
Jiang Lu knew nothing of the Divine Soul Banner's excitement. All she felt now was as though her soul were splitting apart.
At this moment, the wails of the wronged souls filling the sky had already tangled around her, leaving her soul aching terribly and her body exhausted.
The vicious ghosts and wronged souls around her had already closed in. Black ghostly qi surged like waves, carrying towering resentment as it rushed toward