After breaking free of the lightning's paralysis, Ye Guyi's expression only grew uglier.
Her Holy Angel Martial Soul was the natural bane of evil creatures, and of Evil Soul Masters as well.
As long as she killed evil creatures and purified them, pure power of purification would feed back into her cultivation, restoring her Soul Power and raising her cultivation. This was also her greatest trump card.
Yet the three Liches before her actually seemed to possess the light attribute. They showed not the slightest fear of her holy attribute.
The holy light she took such pride in had no effect whatsoever on these undead creatures, and even after killing them, she received no feedback.
Attributes would not lie to her. Were these really undead creatures with the light attribute?
Ye Guyi's fourth Soul Ring shone. The wings behind her first rose, then beat down hard. Instantly, layer upon layer of holy light surged outward from her like a gushing spring, sweeping fiercely toward the three Liches.
If those surrounding her had merely been ordinary undead creatures, this Holy Light Spirit Array of hers would certainly have annihilated them all.
But these light-attribute Liches were far too difficult for her to handle. Not only did they provide no replenishment, but after being washed by the tide of holy light, their bones actually became even more crystalline.
Ye Guyi unleashed powerful moves one after another, but her Soul Power received no effective replenishment, and her expression began to grow increasingly ugly.
Below the arena, Nangong Wan praised him sincerely. "Yes, this Cai Xukun must be the Holy Son descended upon us! Undead creatures that even the holy attribute cannot harm-this is simply marvelous. Congratulations, Vice Cult Master."
"All right, playtime is over."
"Once I devour you, a bearer of the Holy