章節 1271: Exile…

"We let those that exist continue to exist, and make those who have died… return to emptiness..." the face from the vortex murmured, and it simply allowed the red bolt of lightning to strike it. The moment it touched the face, it disappeared without a trace.

Immediately after, the five-colored hand vanished when it touched the vortex amid the loud bangs, as if it had truly returned to emptiness.

Su Ming's eyes sparkled. He took a few steps back and frowned.

At that moment, his other self behind the vortex coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale, but his eyes sparkled brilliantly.

"It's useless. I summoned these Mourning-Death souls, and they are connected to my will, which also means they are connected to Harmonious Morus Alba's will. If you cannot destroy them, you will be devoured by them, and then fuse with me."