At the heart of the Mingdou Mountain Range, the pure-black triangular cube embedded in the Death God Tower, which radiated an ominous bloody glow, spun madly at a dizzying speed.
Each instant its rotation paused, the ghastly-white spots of soul light on its surface, compressed to the utmost, congealed and distorted, seemed to have their "triggers pulled" with precision by an invisible force.
"Zzzzt-!"
A ghastly-white beam as thick as an arm, yet condensed to the utmost, crossed space in an instant!
Its target was a wind-attribute Soul Douluo not far from where Xuanji Douluo and the others lay in ambush. He had only just narrowly escaped the sweeping Death God's Light and was circling toward the flank, still badly shaken.
His Cyan Light Falcon martial soul had just spread its wings, attempting to evade any potential lock-on through speed.
He even saw that tiny, unremarkable speck of pale light abruptly swell in his field of vision.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no violent shock wave of energy.
There was not even a faint hiss as the beam struck the Soul Douluo with the Cyan Light Falcon martial soul with perfect accuracy.
His swiftly moving figure instantly stiffened. His entire body, along with the enormous cyan falcon silhouette spreading behind him, seemed to have been lightly touched by an invisible eraser.
There was no flying flesh and blood, no scream of agony.
Starting from the point struck between his brows, his body silently "dissolved" and "evaporated" at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The matter that constituted his existence, along with the surging wind-attribute soul power around him, and even his powerful Cyan Light Falcon martial soul, was utterly "decomposed" and "erased" beneath that white light condensed to the utmost, as though he had never existed.
Within a fraction