At a time like this, things would actually have been easier to resolve if Zhao Si knew some holy Incantations. Holy power could disperse these wronged souls, but unfortunately, Zhao Si did not have that skill.
His shortcomings were obvious. If Morgott were here, clearing away these wronged souls probably would not have been much of a problem with the Golden Magic he commanded.
In the end, no one could do everything. People still needed teammates and mutual help to go further.
A lone wolf's life had no guarantees.
First, he had to find a way to shake off the wronged souls. Thinking too much would not help. Blood-red little hands covered Zhao Si's entire body, and he was already losing the struggle against them, showing signs of defeat.
The blood-red little hands only needed to drag Zhao Si into the stomach to win. He could not withstand the God-Devouring Serpent's stomach acid.
These hands were like evil ghosts from the underworld, dragging people down.
Just then, he felt the Gelmir God-Devouring Serpent lower its body and head. Zhao Si was upside down again, and the blood-red little hands that had been pulling him down were now hauling him up.
This was his chance. Zhao Si wrenched out both weapons and used the upward pull of the blood-red little hands to spin like the blades of a meat grinder, severing all the blood-red little hands around him.
These arms formed from the souls of the dead could not withstand weapons wreathed in Ghostflame and Black Flame. It was like ghosts on the run from the underworld running into "Death" himself.
He also gave the Gelmir God-Devouring Serpent's esophagus the meat-grinder treatment, slashing everything around him. Ghostflame and Black Flame clung to the wounds, preventing them from healing.
Great gushes of