As Tang Changsheng thought this, countless Essence Soul monsters still roared in the wind and sand around him.
They seemed ready to pounce and tear him to pieces at any moment, yet they feared his Sword Qi and dared not come closer.
Tang Changsheng smiled calmly, took out the Investiture Book, tapped it lightly, and shouted, "All of you, get in!"
At once, invisible chains seemed to seize the Essence Souls. One by one, they were dragged into the Investiture Book and turned into characters whose ink had yet to dry.
In the blink of an eye, every Essence Soul around him had been swept away. Even the wind and sand seemed to ease.
Tang Changsheng sighed softly and walked on, satisfied. He had captured tens of thousands of Essence Souls in one stroke. That was far better than slowly collecting Battle Souls in the Netherworld!
"Perhaps I can capture a million Essence Souls in this Land of Chaos..."
Just as Tang Changsheng was savoring the thought, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed. A huge mouth opened like a chrysanthemum, its tremendous suction swallowing him whole.
Then a giant creature crawled out of the ground. It looked like an earthworm or an insect, but was as big as a train.
An old man holding a Witch Staff stood on the creature's head.
Tattoos covered his entire body, even his scalp and face. He looked every bit a Wizard.
Yet he also carried unmistakable Divine Power.
This was no rudimentary Incense and Fire Prayer Power, but Divine Power long since refined, strange though it was.
It was clear that this Wizard was no member of the witchfolk. He was a Deity.
And a Deity appearing in the Land of Chaos could only be a Purple Dusk Demon!
He cackled. "You