The Dead Soul Mountain Range lay in the northwestern Central Plains. Cold mist shrouded it year-round, making it difficult for even sunlight to penetrate. With plenty of ferocious beasts prowling within, it ranked among the Central Plains' perilous regions. Deep in the mountains, a massive black hall stood amid the thick, cold mist. This was one of the Soul Hall's branch halls.
Unlike the branch hall in Nether City, however, the one hidden in the Dead Soul Mountain Range was considerably larger. Only two Dou Zun guarded the Nether City branch, while more than five held this one. Such strength was enough to wash a first-rate faction like the Wind and Lightning Pavilion in blood.
Yet today, the sky above the Dead Soul Mountain Range suddenly darkened. A gigantic, transparent tower of light descended from the heavens, enveloping the entire black hall. The tower vanished after only a few seconds, but the mass of soul origin hidden within the branch hall disappeared along with it.
That was not all. Every Protector and soul body inside the branch hall vanished off the face of the earth. Only the bodies of those few venerable elders remained, but not the slightest soul fluctuation lingered within their corpses.
It all happened in a flash of lightning and a spark from flint. Before those Dou Zun even knew what had happened, the souls within their bodies had disappeared without a trace. Nor was this scene confined to the branch hall in the Dead Soul Mountain Range. Before this, Xiao Yan had already destroyed more than a dozen branch halls just as effortlessly, using the same method.
With the terrifying speed of the Nine Nether Wings and his own command of spatial power, Xiao Yan could cross a thousand miles in an instant. From his first