To ensure Yang Lingrui's death, the Soul Law Spirit had invested a full one hundred and twenty years of its lifespan this time.
Judging by the Western Dao soul intents that had descended upon him before, the one with the greatest cultivation and attainments had been Yang Yuanhong, who came first.
Though the three who followed each had their own strengths, none possessed combat power as formidable as his.
Even an expert of his caliber could not easily break free when facing a dharma corpse condensed from thirty years of the Demon Lord's lifespan.
By that calculation, using one dharma corpse with thirty years of lifespan to hold him back, then using three dharma corpses of equal strength to surround and kill Yang Lingrui, should have been a sure thing.
Even if two more cultivator soul intents as powerful as Yang Yuanhong arrived, so long as the three dharma corpses were determined to kill Yang Lingrui, they would not make it in time to rescue him.
In the Soul Law Spirit's eyes, for this young cultivator to summon soul intents from the Western Dao—of different identities and even different races—to descend upon him in such a short time was already an extraordinary feat.
And when Yang Lingrui later sent them away one by one to protect his friends' and family's soul intents from harm, the Soul Law Spirit took it as the clearest sign that his momentum was waning and his strength was failing.
This was precisely the perfect chance to strike while he was down and take his life, which was why it had so lavishly poured in its precious lifespan.
But for all its calculations, it could never have foreseen that after those Western Dao soul intents, an even more terrifying cultivator soul intent in both cultivation and