The man waving a banner above the plain was the Holy Spirit Cult's sole remaining elder enshrined, Myriad Souls Douluo. That great black banner was his martial soul, the Myriad Souls Banner.
As both his martial soul and his lifebound magical artifact, the Myriad Souls Banner had become a soul treasure of utmost sinister evil after decades of refinement and nurturing.
Such a treasure had come to Shrek City after the beast tide for only one purpose: to gather the soul power scattered across the land.
Myriad Souls Douluo waved his arms excitedly. Nine soul rings were neatly arrayed upon the pitch-black Myriad Souls Banner.
Suddenly, the seventh soul ring blazed with black light, and an astonishing transformation overtook the Myriad Souls Banner.
Its already slender, straight pole extended further, while the banner, originally only three to five square meters in size, suddenly swelled. Like a curtain, it shrouded the already gloomy sky, leaving not a glimmer of light visible from below.
Across the ink-black expanse of the plain, the radiance of countless soul rings became all the more conspicuous.
An immense, invisible pull emanated from the canopy-like banner, devouring the soul rings on the plain like a black hole.
It was not only the soul rings above the soul beast corpses. Throughout Shrek City's territory, transparent ghosts emerged one after another from countless human bodies.
Every ghost's face retained the twisted expression it had worn at death. They let out miserable shrieks, as though recounting the suffering they had endured in life.
The souls appearing out of thin air horrified everyone. They stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly as the wronged souls of the dead flew toward the Myriad Souls Banner overhead, one after another. The scene before them lay far beyond their understanding.
Some tried to touch