"Hiss, hiss..."
The instant Qingxuan's foot descended, dark cyan spiritual power gathered beneath his sole into a dazzling, spinning vortex of light, its edges roiling with electric arcs that could tear through anything.
If that stomp landed squarely, it would be enough to crush Lin Shisan's breastbone, his dantian, and even his entire body.
At the very last instant before the sole touched Lin Shisan's chest, Lin Shisan abruptly flipped his right hand out from his side, palm facing upward. An ink-black banner silently unfurled in his hand-the very Myriad Souls Banner he had activated in the Netherworld Palace.
The instant the banner unfurled, every flame in the Nine Yang Pavilion dimmed for a moment. Countless translucent souls surged out of its surface, densely packing the space before Lin Shisan. Some were human-shaped, some beast-shaped, and some so indistinct that only a vague outline remained. They surged and intertwined in midair, letting out low sobs like ten thousand winds passing through withered bones.
The sound made one's scalp crawl-a living hell on earth.
The myriad souls surged before Lin Shisan, gathering into an enormous yin shield, its surface pieced together from countless distorted faces. Every face had its mouth open in a silent cry, as though speaking of something suppressed for far too long.
Qingxuan's foot landed on the yin shield as though plunging into a bottomless swamp, finding no bottom. Countless souls opened their mouths and devoured the dark cyan spiritual light, stripping and grinding it away layer by layer without even a single sharp crack. Qingxuan frowned, withdrew his foot, and retreated half a step.
It was the first time he had stepped backward since entering the Nine Yang Pavilion. He looked at the yin shield formed from myriad souls, then at the figure behind it slowly pushing