"Give you a chance and let you go? Why kill each other?"
Looking at Yan, who had been swarmed by the undead army and gnawed down to nothing but a head, Chen Ping waved his right hand. An illusory gray chain flew out of thin air and hooked Yan's soul straight out.
Black-and-white sacred fire burned along the gray chain, scorching Yan's soul with pain so unbearable he wished he were dead. He struggled and howled incessantly, trying to escape its restraints.
But this seemingly intangible thing had already invaded his soul completely, locking him down at the most fundamental level.
This was a restraint imposed on the soul itself!
"When you attacked Professor Mo and went after my people earlier, I certainly didn't see you showing any mercy."
Chen Ping snorted coldly. A ring of white Holy Flame transformed into the purest, most sacred power of purification between heaven and earth, scorching the evil energy in Yan's soul with sizzling hisses.
But what drove Yan even more frantic was the ability Chen Ping was displaying.
"Why? Why? We're clearly the same kind of people! With your abilities, you're a born Holy Son! You should join us!"
The fluctuations from Yan's soul grew violent.
He could not understand why Chen Ping, who could command so many undead beings and had even mastered the ability to burn souls with fire, insisted on opposing him.
"Join you?" Chen Ping sneered. "Are you that eager for me to wipe you all out?"
Looking at the undead Chen Ping had summoned, covering the hills and plains, and the Frostbone Dragon so enormous that only its head could squeeze out, Yan suddenly arrived at a terrifying conjecture.
"You-no, esteemed lord, do you intend to replace the Holy Spirit Cult?"
Yan's soul fluctuated violently. "I'm willing