At this very moment, the phantom of the Fate Official, manifested here upon the foundation of a painting personally drawn by Feng Linghua, was looking down upon the three of them.
Under that gaze, the minds of the three demonic cultivators seemed to be clutched tightly by an invisible hand.
The more terrified they became, the more they wished to flee, the heavier that grip grew.
In just a few breaths, all three felt suffocated, and even the circulation of spiritual essence within their bodies began to slow.
As the caster, Feng Linghua herself was also on the verge of collapse.
The Invoke Saint art was indeed mighty, but its drain upon a cultivator's mind was equally terrifying.
With only her eighth-layer Condensed Essence cultivation, merely summoning the painted Fate Official's manifestation once had already pushed her mind to its limit.
Yet to complete this painting solely from others' descriptions without ever having seen Yang Lingrui's true Fate Official form, then use it as the basis to perform the Invoke Saint art, was no easy feat for Feng Linghua.
If the painting lacked resemblance, this art could not succeed; if the heart lacked sincerity, it became even harder to perform.
On one hand, this showed her considerable talent in the Dao of Painting, especially in painting people. On the other, it showed just how genuine her feelings were for the person in the painting.
Despite her severely depleted mind and heavily exhausted strength, Feng Linghua still gritted her teeth and held on until the Fate Official phantom flung out three decrees of judgment.
"Soul Severing."
"Destroy Life."
"Spirit Exorcism."
The three decrees of judgment struck the three demonic cultivators in turn.
The first man's body trembled, then his eyes rolled back as he fell from the sky.
The second stiffened