章 692: Slaying a Soul Conduit Realm Cultivator!

"Wang Baole?"

A strange black eye and Wang Baole's strange, terrifying figure sent alarm flashing across the Soul Conduit realm cultivators' faces. Incredulity lit their eyes. They hadn't expected Wang Baole to free himself from the red mist. The sight of countless souls falling to their knees and prostrating themselves before Wang Baole, as if they were in the presence of a king, was both shocking and unbelievable.

Regardless, they were experienced, battle-worn Never-Ending Clan cultivators. Their initial shock didn't stop them from eyeing one another immediately, then unleashing a sudden burst of speed, transforming into four blurs that charged towards Wang Baole.

They didn't hesitate. They immediately unleashed their most powerful attacks!

With a wave of his hand, Chi Lin summoned a gray Daoist robe. It hovered above his head, seemingly filled out by an invisible person, exuding an aura of death as it lunged at Wang Baole.