บท 968: The Grass Whip Reappears

The piercing roar directly caused the two cultivators not far away to tremble, and then their bodies exploded.

Zhao Yu and the disciples of Jian Ge behind him had solemn expressions, turning their sword lights into a curtain of light to wrap around their bodies.

On top of that curtain of light, faint ripples could be seen shimmering, stirring up ripples that were so faint that they were barely visible to the naked eye—skeletal heads.

This was a soul attack. If it weren't for the light shield blocking it, these skeletal heads would have passed through their bodies, tearing and biting their souls.

Although the light shield blocked the soul attack, Zhao Yu and his companions were not without consumption. Looking at the countless worms stretching endlessly around them, a hint of despair flashed through their hearts.

The other cultivators, although they had means to defend against the soul attack, were clearly more panicked.