Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The moment the blade shadow appeared, the entire land of Soul Dao began to tremble violently.
Within the restless fog, dark wind and sand roared and howled.
It felt as though a sharp thorn had suddenly been driven into flesh and blood, making it unbearable.
The enraged spirit of Soul Dao continuously manifested all manner of forms—resentful ghosts, evil dragons, venomous snakes and scorpions—baring their fangs and claws at Yang Lingrui, seeking to drown and devour him.
Unfortunately, beneath the protection of the Bright Mirror's radiant power, the countless ghosts and evil specters formed from the power of soul restoration all vanished into ash the moment they came within ten feet of Yang Lingrui.
This divine treasure of the old Divine Dao possessed the effects of dispelling evil, revealing wickedness, cleansing the body, and nourishing the spirit. If the Myriad Corpses Demon Lord had come here in his prime, he might perhaps have been able to suppress its radiance.
But this was merely a Soul Dao technique that had sacrificed lifespan. It was truly not much to look at.
As though it had sensed the might of this treasure, the soul restoration technique that had obscured the Heavenly Canopy Great Dao began to undergo further changes.
Since Yang Lingrui could resist Soul Dao attacks, it would try another approach.
Thus, after the many phantom figures of Soul Dao lowered their banners, the Soul Dao fog that had originally surrounded Yang Lingrui also fell silent.
No longer as restless as before, it gradually encircled Yang Lingrui, using the Bright Mirror's radiance as its boundary.
"What trick are you trying to pull now?"
Yang Lingrui gripped the incorporeal ghost-headed saber. Releasing his divine sense to probe briefly, he swiftly detected something unusual above.
Rumble, rumble...
Not long after the