"Sizzle, sizzle..." It sounded like red-hot iron plunging into water, or something being deep-fried in oil. Every ghost head that entered Huo Hai's violet flames produced such a sound.
At the same time, strange ghostly shrieks rang out continuously. Yet this was not truly sound, for only souls could perceive it. Even Huo Hai felt his mind blur for a moment. Such a powerful mental attack. If my Mental Power had not been so strong, I really would have been affected. Huo Hai had already realized that this was the final strike unleashed upon the ghost heads' deaths.
Ghost Qi had originally formed from Deathly Aura fused with souls, and was inherently an exceptionally evil aura. It was precisely because of cultivating this Ghost Qi that the Ghost Medicine Sect's reputation among the Eight Gates was far from good—indeed, it was the worst of them all.
Not sparing even souls after death was one thing, but absorbing souls for cultivation drew widespread condemnation. This was also why Huo Hai had never revealed his ability to make use of souls.
It was not a major matter, but it would invisibly affect his reputation and how others saw him. Yet this power was indeed extraordinarily potent. Huo Hai even discovered faint ripples appearing upon the Sword Seed of his Soul-Annihilating Sword. "You're thinking too much if you want to use such methods against me." Huo Hai let out a cold laugh.
Violet flames continued burning around Huo Hai. Any ghost heads that dared approach were utterly destroyed by him. What Huo Hai worried about most now was whether the enemy, upon realizing they could do nothing to him, would summon others.
He could not leave, nor did he have powerful experts to aid him. Everything placed him at a disadvantage. In every