Soul-Soothing Mantra, Rebirth Mantra.
The two mantras rang out at once—one pinned the soul, while the other restrained the flesh.
It could be said that these were two great trump cards, impossible to guard against.
Seeing Xu Zimo become restrained, the Lord of the Dead's voice passed through layer upon layer of Black Mist.
His voice was ethereal yet vast as he said, "Devil Master, if you admit defeat, I can spare you."
"This was merely a spar between us. There is no need for us to fight to the death."
The Lord of the Dead knew that Xu Zimo could certainly hear him.
Even if Xu Zimo was restrained now, he could not possibly be so weak as to let himself be manipulated at will.
Sure enough, Xu Zimo's laughter rang out the very next moment.
"Fellow Daoist Dead, we have not even truly begun fighting, yet you already want me to admit defeat. Is that not a little too pathetic?"
"Your soul and flesh have already been restrained by me. Even if you possess abilities that reach the heavens, it will be difficult for you to defeat me.
Why deceive yourself?" the Lord of the Dead said calmly.
"Look carefully. Which of my souls have you restrained?" Xu Zimo's voice rang out.
The Lord of the Dead was startled. Before he could react in the next instant—
Three Xu Zimos had already appeared in the void.
Three figures stepped out from a single body.
Present, past, and future.
This was a technique Xu Zimo had comprehended when he was at the Three Corpses realm.
Yet the Lord of the Dead still frowned.
He knew about dividing the Three Corpses.
But the power of the Three Corpses was generally borrowed power, rather than transforming one's body into the Three