As the mournful demonic sound continuously poured into Shen Luo's mind, his dizziness grew heavier, and his limbs danced even more uncontrollably as he stepped toward the black ghost creature.
Shen Luo cursed himself for being careless and tried to circulate his Magic Power to resist, only to discover that he had already lost control over it. The only thing he could barely manipulate was the scant power of his Divine Soul within his mind.
He hurriedly activated the Buzhou Suppression Divine Art. The Coiled Dragon Jade seemed to sense his body's condition and sent forth a surge of Pure Yang Power, immediately blocking the influence of the Soul-Seizing Demonic Sound. His flailing body began to slow.
Shen Luo relaxed slightly and was just about to suppress his Divine Soul with all his strength.
But the black ghost head in midair opened its mouth and roared again, causing the Soul-Seizing Demonic Sound within the secret chamber to become several times louder.
It was as though Shen Luo had been struck head-on with a heavy blow. The Divine Soul he had struggled to stabilize scattered again, and his consciousness grew muddled.
"It's over, boy!" The black ghost head grinned. There was not a trace left of its previous confusion as it opened its mouth and let out a piercing shriek.
Countless black ghostly sonic waves appeared again, slashing toward Shen Luo like incomparably sharp sword qi.
Yet at that moment, dense white mist suddenly flooded the secret chamber, instantly swallowing everything.
The black sonic waves vanished into the dense white mist like clay oxen entering the sea, easily devoured without a trace.
Shen Luo's figure also disappeared into thin air, nowhere to be seen.
"An illusion Restriction?" The black ghost head was startled. Ghost qi surged beneath its head, instantly growing