"Ghost Souls... How could there be a Ghost Soul in this place?"
Qin Hao was startled and uncertain.
Countless Ghost Souls existed in the Ancient Prison Dungeon.
Ghost Souls were divided into Three Tiers: low, mid, and high.
Their greatest ability was to conjure illusions that lured Warriors' Divine Souls into an Illusory Realm again and again.
That Illusory Realm took the form of whatever the Warrior feared most deep in his heart.
Once trapped inside,
he could easily remain there without end. If his luck was poor, the Ghost Soul might even devour his Divine Soul.
True death!
Most Ghost Souls in the Ancient Prison Dungeon could only create and release illusions, however. Only a High-Level Wraith could devour a Warrior's Divine Soul.
Marquis Fengyun had encountered many Ghost Souls and fallen into their illusions. His suffering had been immense.
Qin Hao had encountered many Ghost Souls as well.
But...
Qin Hao had not fallen into their illusions. Instead, he had used the Ghost Souls to keep Devouring, strengthening his Divine Soul.
That was precisely why
Qin Hao had been able to break through to the Creation Realm in one stroke!
He had never expected to find another Ghost Soul here.
Only...
"This Ghost Soul is enormous!"
Qin Hao sensed a cold, malicious presence enveloping his entire body. Despite the strength of his Divine Soul, he still felt it turn bone-chillingly cold.
"A High-Level Wraith? Or... something even more terrifying?"
Qin Hao drew a breath. The enormous Ghost Soul filled him with a profound sense of danger, and his heart would not stop trembling.
Suddenly,
a faint yet nearly tangible wave of illusion swept toward him. Qin Hao's gaze sharpened, but before he could react, it enveloped him.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Qin Hao felt his surroundings change.
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