Huo Yuhao was now less than twenty meters from Wang Xiaolei, and the terrifying aura emanating from the dark silver cylinder in his hand made the eyes of this Evil Soul Master, who had slaughtered countless people, twitch uncontrollably.
Although the name Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles was unfamiliar to him, Wang Xiaolei knew Huo Yuhao certainly hadn't brought this thing out to wish him a happy New Year. He meant to kill him.
Wang Xiaolei moved both hands up and down in unison. At this point, he could no longer worry about his soul power consumption.
Layers of evil ice surged out of the Sea of the Dead in an instant, crashing toward Huo Yuhao like towering waves in a raging storm.
Although the Sea of the Dead was only ten meters across, entering it still sent a chill through one's entire body.
The shrill howls of vengeful spirits shook the soul again and again, as though it would be torn out of the body.
Evil frost assailed Huo Yuhao's body madly, seeking to freeze both his body and soul. His speed did indeed drop abruptly, and even the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles in his hand were being corroded by the evil aura.
"Kakaka!" Wang Xiaolei laughed, his laughter as hair-raising as an old crow crying in the night. "Idiot! Your greatest mistake was entering my Sea of the Dead. Enjoy it-Sea of the Dead: Death Withering!"
As he spoke, he thrust both hands high overhead. Purple-black geysers erupted around his body and rapidly spread into every corner of the Sea of the Dead, while a terrifying aura of death engulfed Huo Yuhao with hysterical fury.
Wang Xiaolei had once used this very move to kill two Soul Saints at the same time, turning them into the primary souls of