A faint dent appeared in the spiritual power barrier around Li Yan's body, as though his chest had been struck by an invisible force. After a brief pause, it immediately recovered.
At his neck, an almost imperceptible pale-green streak pierced in by about an inch before turning into nothingness. The spiritual power barrier likewise returned to normal.
This time, Li Yan had been confident he could evade both attacks, yet he had not dodged. He had relied on his defenses to withstand them.
"Soul Spirit!"
A startled expression appeared in Li Yan's eyes. This time, what he said was not "Soul Cultivator," but "Soul Spirit!"
He had truly sensed the enemy's true form just now. It was not a living creature at all, but a soul left behind after death—a soul that had been refined by someone, also known as a "Soul Spirit"!
Soul Spirits should have long since lost all self-awareness, yet they had somehow retained a trace of consciousness.
All their conscious actions were determined by the cultivator who had refined them. Whatever consciousness was instilled into them during refinement was the only consciousness they would forever retain.
The eyes of this "human and demon" clearly held nothing but malice and slaughter. Evidently, the cultivator who had made them wanted them to become puppets that knew only killing.
"The one who attacked before must also have been a Soul Spirit!"
Li Yan carefully recalled the figure he had slain earlier.
Because he had been cautious, the Fireball Spell he used had been infused with potent poison. Since the opponent's strength had been too low, it had turned into nothingness in an instant.
At the time, Li Yan had thought the opponent's fleshly body had been completely burned away by the blazing flames. Even if anything remained, the poisons