Bab 41: The Loss of a Few Strands of Soul

The cloaked figure nodded repeatedly upon hearing those words, "Indeed, indeed."

Only those with a certain level of proficiency can successfully draw this formation.

Chu Nanli truly is a talented individual with profound skills!

As she finished drawing the formation, sweat beads formed on Nanli's forehead, and she couldn't help but breathe heavily.

"Hurry!" urged the cloaked figure immediately.

Nanli took out the Soul Locking Pouch and placed it at the center of the formation. Her hands swiftly formed intricate gestures, so fast that it seemed almost impossible to follow.

The surrounding atmosphere underwent a tremendous change, stirring up a fierce wind that filled the air with swirling dust, obscuring everyone's vision.

It felt as if the gates of hell had opened, blocking out the stars and moon.

The wind turned bone-chilling, stinging the faces of those present.

Nanli's complexion grew pale.