The Soul Refining Banner was destroyed, and the pervasive Yin Energy lost its source. Wang Ji suffered backlash, and even the resentful souls he had once absorbed into the Soul Refining Banner now looked at him with hostile eyes.
They wanted to devour their master!
Wang Ji's face changed dramatically. He turned to flee, but a terrifying gust of wind swept from behind him. Turning his head, he saw a burning fist rapidly enlarge within his pupils.
Bam!
A dull sound rang out. Wang Ji felt as if a massive mountain had slammed into him, sending his body flying violently, unsure of how many bones had broken.
Before he could land, a pitch-black longsword appeared in his vision, causing him to hurriedly throw out a square Iron Plate in front of himself.
The Iron Plate expanded rapidly, stopping when it reached a length and width of a zhang, like a square wall standing in front of him, engraved with runes that emitted a dense light.
