The middle-aged cultivator took advantage of the tearing pain in his soul gradually subsiding and tried to communicate with the formation here. Even if he could not kill the other party, he could at least buy himself time to escape.
But Shi Ying moved faster. He did not bother saying another word and directly attacked him again.
The middle-aged cultivator had been unable to focus his thoughts due to the excruciating pain in his soul and had assumed his subordinate had betrayed him. But once his soul recovered slightly, his thoughts immediately became much clearer.
He already knew that the person before him was probably not the real Shi Ying, because he had never seen Shi Ying use the magical treasure in the other party's hand.
Moreover, when Shi Ying wielded spiritual power, it was impossible for him to possess such abundant water-attributed spiritual power. But everything was already too late.
The Nascent Soul figure on the ground moved as well. The space around him immediately blurred and twisted, while a vortex abruptly appeared in the great formation above their heads.
Within that vortex, a rope vaguely appeared. One end rapidly extended outward, forming a noose—just like the noose that had hanged Yang Zun and the others before...
"No!"
Then, amid two soft hissing sounds and a final scream, the body of the blurring Nascent Soul figure suddenly stiffened before solidifying once more.
The vortex overhead vanished into nothingness in an instant just as the noose had extended more than a foot and was about to loop around Shi Ying's head.
The great formation above returned to its transparent state, and the dark clouds and fine rain in the sky became clearly visible once again.
At that moment, two bloody holes had appeared in the center of the Nascent Soul