The Heavenly Palace Halberd quivered violently in the black hand, struggling to break free. Under Fang Wang's gaze, a figure slowly floated out from the darkness.
It was a soul spirit with only an upper body, the lower half like smoke, the upper half that of a man, his body covered with black scales, even his face. Pale eyes housed golden pupils, and two horns protruded from his forehead, his long hair drifting slightly as he regarded Fang Wang with a cold glance.
Behind him, one figure after another continuously drifted out of the darkness, like him, with only upper bodies, both male and female, a total of seven, all exuding a terrifying murderous aura.
Fang Wang stood outside the Grand An Resentment Temple, watching the seven dreadful soul spirits from afar, when suddenly his eyes sharpened, and that horned soul spirit felt an unimaginable force erupt; his soul body jerked forward, causing his right hand to loosen.
Snap!