Fang Yicheng lightly tossed a glossy black pearl the size of an egg yolk in his hand. This magical artifact, called a Soul-Gathering Pearl, was specially designed to imprison the souls of the dead and collect their resentment.
It was a specialty of the Netherworld Sect, a close neighbor of the Profound Yin Sect. These two sects of the Western Plains had always stood together and frequently cooperated. After killing these mortals, members of the Profound Yin Sect could collect their bodies and refine them into corpse soldiers, while the souls and resentment they had no use for could be gathered into these pearls and exchanged with the Netherworld Sect for resources of equal value.
Likewise, whenever members of the Netherworld Sect had an opportunity to slaughter living beings to refine magical artifacts or spirit creatures, they would often collect the corpses they had no use for and trade them with the Profound Yin Sect.
Every Profound Yin Sect elder who reached the earth rank realm, and even some outstanding human rank disciples, would receive such magic treasures from the Netherworld Sect in the name of friendship, along with a few simple arts for driving and gathering souls-all to facilitate this mutually beneficial cooperation.
Of course, in the eyes of the Righteous Path, this was wolves and jackals conspiring together.
Watching the panicked mortals flee the town onto the main road, only to be overtaken and slaughtered by zombies lying in ambush along the roadside, Fang Yicheng allowed a faint smile to appear on his stern face.
"Go!"
He tossed the Soul-Gathering Pearl into the air, and it became a streak of black light that flew toward the places with the most casualties.
Like a whirlpool, the pearl continuously devoured the drifting souls of the dead and the power of