With a whistle through the air, the tail behind Huo Yuhao lashed out instantly, so fast that only an afterimage lingered for a moment.
As he pulled the Ice Spirit Spear out of the brain of the creature that had appeared behind him, where he had driven it deep, his tail exerted force, hooked the spear, and reduced the creature to dust.
Huo Yuhao could not help panting heavily. By now, even she had no idea how long she had been fighting here. The endless creatures formed from purple mist seemed impossible to finish killing.
For Huo Yuhao, however, physical exhaustion and the consumption of soul power were nothing. So far, what had hurt him most in this battle was still the images constantly appearing before his eyes and the emotions within them.
Up to now, Huo Yuhao had seen far too many of these images and the emotions within them, and they were far too jumbled.
The process was like his experience of obtaining that Green-Golden Soul Ring in the Undead Demiplane, except that process had been peaceful and relatively brief.
But the images appearing before his eyes now were truly too chaotic, and they went on for a very long time.
These images being shown to him seemed intent on making him watch everything that had happened from beginning to end.
And he still had to keep fighting. It was precisely for this reason that Huo Yuhao felt a trace of weariness now.
At the same time, as he watched the images appearing before him, Huo Yuhao could feel the resentment within the purple mist.
As the fighting continued, Huo Yuhao also discovered that the creatures formed from the purple mist before him followed certain patterns. First came ordinary beasts, then beings resembling soul beasts, and the mist