Before Jiang Fan could think, the mutated souls in the ten thousand holes gradually adapted to the bright light outside and crawled out of the remains one after another. Probing carefully, they poked their heads out of the holes and stared greedily at Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan's heart tightened. Just as he was about to activate the Hell Soul Bell to resist, the platform he stood on suddenly shook violently. CLANG CLANG CLANG. The sound of colliding chains echoed in succession.
Looking down, he saw flickering, colorful spots of light appearing beneath the platform, and their numbers grew rapidly. Soon, a vast expanse of these flickering lights, stretching for thousands of zhang, filled his vision. Jiang Fan's pupils shrank as he realized that the spots of light were forming the outline of a head!
