Qing Chen's words exploded like thunder in the hearts of every cultivator defending the city!
As they watched their Marquis boldly charge toward the incomparably terrifying Yinshi Lord, a surge of tragic resolve and hot blood instantly swept away their despair!
"Marquis!"
Roars rose one after another atop the walls, their fighting spirit rekindled!
Yet facing Qing Chen's charge, Yinshi Lord merely shook his head indifferently. Golden light flashed in his slit pupils, carrying the pity of someone looking down upon ants.
"A mere newly ascended Nascent Soul. Admirable courage, but unfortunately... foolish."
The pale palm he pressed forward remained unchanged, but the dark gleam devouring light at its center abruptly swelled!
Hum-!
A low humming sound rang out.
A small, pitch-black cauldron of a strange, ancient design slipped out of his ear, spinning as it hovered above the black gleam in his palm.
The little cauldron was only palm-sized, with three legs and two handles, its body covered in twisting, writhing runes.
On closer inspection, those runes actually resembled miniature souls of living beings, wailing in agony!
Gray-black mist curled around its mouth, exuding a terrifying resonance of the Dao that devoured vitality and rotted all things!
A top-class high-grade magic treasure-the [Soul-Seizing Yinshi Cauldron]!
This cauldron was Yinshi Lord's lifebound magic treasure, nurtured through a thousand years of painstaking effort. He had slaughtered countless living beings, gathered their resentful souls and death qi, and refined it with vast quantities of third-tier and fourth-tier natural treasures.
Its power far surpassed that of ordinary high-grade magic treasures!
Moreover, it was perfectly attuned to the two wisps of [erosion rules] he had long since condensed through eight hundred years of arduous cultivation!
"Forcing me to use this cauldron is enough for you to take pride in, Azure Abyss Marquis. I would