Primordial Spirit Killing King

"Scatter!"

Ye Chen let out a low shout, and even more Soul Force surged forth like a tornado, blasting toward the Soul War General. The powerful soul pressure pinned the other party so completely that it could not move.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The Soul War General was sliced into strands of soul filaments. Its form grew increasingly transparent and faint until, with a boom, it scattered into nothingness.

"He can actually wield Soul Storm with such mastery?"

Iron Arm King sucked in a cold breath. Most Life and Death Realm Kings knew Soul Storm, but those who had cultivated it to the major mastery stage could be counted on two hands. The overwhelming majority were only at minor mastery. Iron Arm King was a Body Refinement King and had no exceptional talent in matters of the soul, so his Soul Storm was far from the minor mastery stage. Yet judging by Ye Chen's display, his Soul Storm was clearly close to minor mastery, incomparably practiced and refined.

"Don't worry. His soul was already wounded before this. Forcing himself to use Soul Storm now may look effortless, but it should actually worsen his injury. The only question is how deep that injury is."

Bearded King analyzed.

"How deep the injury is doesn't matter. Another wave is coming." Sensing something, the Masked Man raised his head toward the black hole that pierced through the Triple Heaven.

"The fourth wave?"

Bearded King and the other two raised their heads as well.

Kill!

A deep voice drifted from the depths of the black hole, spreading across heaven and earth.

Kill!

The second word was much clearer, yet its might was far greater as well. The instant it rang out, terrifying soul pressure erupted wildly, like the winds of hell.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Immediately