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"No problem. As long as Protector Xuan helps me kill Old Ground Demon Ghost, I'll hand over the corpses and souls of the Gold and Silver Brothers afterward. How about that?"
Lin Feng sneered inwardly, but his face wore an expression of pleasant surprise as he smiled.
Anyone unfamiliar with him would've thought he was genuinely overjoyed.
Overjoyed that he could trade two corpses for the aid of a Six-Star Dou Zong powerhouse.
"You!"
Seeing his scheme fail, Protector Xuan growled angrily, "Don't think I don't know your plan. You're just waiting for me to help you kill Old Ground Demon Ghost, so you can take me down right after!"
"Heh, you say that like you were actually planning to keep your word."
Arms crossed before him, Lin Feng smiled mockingly.
"Hmph! Then let's settle this with strength!"
Realizing he could no longer manipulate Lin Feng, Protector Xuan's expression turned cold and sinister.
With a sudden flip of his hand, a soul pouch appeared in his palm.
He tore it open and roared: "Ten Thousand Soul Swallowing Formation!"
As his shout echoed through the air, a storm of soul energy surged out from the pouch like a flood.
Countless vengeful souls erupted forth, blackening the sky like ominous clouds that loomed over the entire valley.
Then, Protector Xuan raised his other hand and flicked his finger.
Several blobs of churning black mist—each radiating a faint, eerie glow—flew out and merged with the cloud of souls.
The moment they touched that sinister mist, the souls' eyes all turned blood-red.
Their ghostly, translucent bodies twisted like frenzied evil spirits.
At the same time, they began to emit piercing, blood-curdling screams that stirred one's soul to its core.
"Jie jie jie… these are all the souls I've painstakingly collected over the past few years. Let's see how you break through my Ten Thousand Soul Swallowing Formation!"
As Protector Xuan's voice rang out, the endless wave of black souls launched toward Lin Feng and Tian Huo Zun Zhe like a violent tide.
At the center of the formation, Protector Xuan himself vanished into the cloud of souls, hiding within.
It was clear he was trying to prevent Lin Feng and Tian Huo Zun Zhe from interrupting the formation.
After all, this grand array was now his last hope.
At this moment, Protector Xuan was going all in.
Because if he failed to deliver the required number of souls to Hall of Souls…
His end would be utterly miserable.
So now, Protector Xuan was gambling everything—either walk away with massive gains, or suffer Hall of Souls's tortures.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
If only he had succeeded in tricking Lin Feng into handing over the souls of the Gold and Silver Brothers…
Then with two Dou Zong-level souls as the core, supported by the four peak Dou Huang souls he still possessed, and tens of thousands of ordinary souls…
Even an Eight-Star Dou Zong would have no way of easily escaping this spirit-devouring array!
"Elder Yao, let's go! We'll take him down quickly, then move on to kill Old Ground Demon Ghost."
Facing the encroaching mass of shrieking souls, Lin Feng shouted to Tian Huo Zun Zhe.
As he spoke, he raised his hand before him.
A nearly invisible flame suddenly rose from his palm, blazing with intensity.
After a brief pause, the Fallen Heart Flame surged from within his body and coiled in front of him.
Having cultivated the Five Ring Flame Expelling Technique, Lin Feng's mastery over flame control was superb.
With the assistance of his vast soul power, more than a dozen large invisible flame nets rapidly formed in the air.
"Go!"
With a light shout from Lin Feng, the flame nets soared into the sky, then rapidly descended.
Thousands of black souls, unable to escape in time, were instantly ensnared by the nets.
Under Lin Feng's control, the fire nets quickly shrank down to just a few centimeters in size before flying back into his palm.
These soul clusters, now condensed into black beads resembling glass marbles, were swiftly stored into jade bottles and tossed into his storage ring.
While storing the harvested souls, Lin Feng continued to rely on his powerful spiritual force to manipulate the Fallen Heart Flame, constantly forming new invisible fire nets and launching them toward the swarming spirits.
Each time he finished storing one batch, the fire nets would bring back thousands more, repeating the cycle over and over.
"Fallen Hart Flame?!"
Hidden within the black cloud above, Protector Xuan's startled voice suddenly rang out upon witnessing the strange, invisible flame Lin Feng had just unleashed.
Once he recognized this soul-purging flame, his voice turned furious: "Damn it! Just how cursed are you, brat?!"
He had, of course, heard of this extraordinary flame, which was specifically known for its devastating effects on souls.
Now it all made sense—why that earlier wave of green flame had been so devastatingly effective against him.
A large part of that, clearly, was thanks to the Fallen Heart Flame!
Realizing this, Protector Xuan's heart filled with deep regret.
If he couldn't recover the souls consumed by this formation...
Then once he returned to Hall of Souls, he'd face brutal punishment.
He had seen firsthand what such punishments looked like.
For the punished, it was a fate far worse than death.
"If I'd known this brat had so many tricks, I would've never gotten greedy for his soul!"
Protector Xuan cursed himself inwardly, itching to slap himself across the face.
He should've ignored this battle and just kept collecting souls in Black-Corner Region.
But now—there was no turning back.
Naturally, he couldn't just sit there and watch Lin Feng harvest all the spirits he had painstakingly gathered.
At once, the black mist surrounding Protector Xuan's body rapidly contracted, forming into a vague, shadowy figure.
Then, with a flick of his finger, a jet of crimson blood sprayed forth, fusing into the dark cloud overhead.
"Blood Sacrifice!" he roared.
As the blood mixed with the black cloud, the sea of spirits took on a strange, ominous red hue.
Piercing, ear-splitting wails erupted from the crimson-tinted mist.
Moments later, a downpour of bloodthirsty, frenzied spirits rained down from the clouds, howling as they charged straight at Lin Feng—who was still busily harvesting souls with the Fallen Heart Flame.
"Hmph. Don't think this old man's just standing around!"
Watching the torrent of crimson souls descend, Tian Huo Zun Zhe gave a cold snort.
Wielding his ethereal longsword, he launched himself into the wave of spirits.
With every sweeping strike of the spirit-forged blade, hundreds of souls were shredded into bloody mist by his sharp sword aura.
However—without the Fallen Heart Flame—Tian Huo Zun Zhe's attacks couldn't completely destroy the souls in the array.
Those severed spirits swiftly reformed into wisps of soul energy, which spiraled upward into the sky.
Then, like smoke, they reentered the black cloud at the top of the formation.
Even so, Tian Huo Zun Zhe's offensive managed to hold back the incoming tide, keeping Protector Xuan's attack at bay.
Thanks to this, Lin Feng could focus fully on snatching souls from the formation without interruption.
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