The instant the slaughter domain unfolded, an invisible giant hand seemed to tear the entire Competition Platform out of the real world.
A dark-red sky closed over Fang Fan and his six companions like an overturned bowl of blood. The air seethed with killing intent even purer and colder than that of Slaughter City.
That killing intent did not press down on them from outside. It seeped into their bodies through every pore, like countless invisible hands strangling the flow of soul power through every meridian.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly. She tried to rouse her soul power, only to find her meridians utterly empty. The spectral blue glow of her hell spirit cat king seemed tightly wrapped in a thin, dark-red membrane. No matter how she tried to summon it, not a glimmer escaped.
The soul power reserves of a level-seventy-eight Soul Saint sank like a stone into the sea, unable to stir even the faintest ripple.
"I can't even use my soul rings or soul power."
Her voice remained cool and steady, but a trace of gravity crossed her deep eyes.
She instinctively moved half a step closer to Fang Fan—not out of fear, but out of instinct—
Whenever she lost the protection of her soul power, her first response was to stand as close to him as possible.
Qian Renxue tried to summon her angel god power to break through the restraint, but the Asura God King's slaughter domain specifically countered holy attributes. The moment her angel god power surfaced, the dark-red killing intent crushed it back down. She snorted coldly, a flicker of defiance crossing her violet eyes.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lay dim and lifeless in Ning Rongrong's palm. Dugu Yan's jade phosphorous serpent poison was forced back into her body, unable to release