"Soul-Gathering Banner!"
The blood-colored banner caused the world to change colors, held in Cao Feng's hand.
All cultivators of the Desolate Realm couldn't help but furrow their brows, a hint of anger accompanying the dread in their eyes.
"On this Soul-Gathering Banner, there's the blood of your Desolate Realm's countless cultivators. Their souls, though not vanishing upon death, are sealed within this banner. When you die, your soul will also become one of the departed souls under my banner."
Cao Feng sneered, his face bearing a sinister expression.
"Roar!"
As soon as his voice fell, the sound of mournful wails arose once again.
Soon after, the blood-colored banner radiated a rainbow gleam, and countless illusory spiritual bodies surged out from it as though a horde of vengeful spirits and ghosts, thousands in number, sweeping towards Ji Chen.
Ji Chen stood calmly, showing no intention of retreating.
