Shen Xuan focused his gaze.
A gray shadow, completely formed from resentment and soul bodies, slowly emerged from the depths of the fissure.
Vaguely maintaining a human shape, with a twisted face, eyes like ghostly flames, sharp claws gleaming, surrounded by a black aura of resentment, its realm cultivation probably Tier Two Perfection.
This is a Tier Two Perfection Yin Soul, formed by the merging of countless residual souls and resentments, nourished by the yin veins here.
Guarding the Thousand-Year Soul-Calming Flower for centuries, considering it its own treasure.
"Fellow Daoist Shen?"
Li Ruyi asked softly.
She didn't act but rather sought Shen Xuan's opinion.
In a place like Ghost Grief Cliff, such Tier Two Perfection Yin Souls, enhanced by chilling nether energy, are difficult to deal with.
Ordinary technique can't completely kill it.
Moreover, when casting a spell, special attention must be paid to the Thousand-Year Soul-Calming Flower beside, not causing any damage.
