"Ah," a soul with a severed head and withered body was torn by the world's essence and the call from the Nether River, flying out of the Holy Hall.
"I refuse, I am unwilling!" The soul of the slain Jackal-Wolf Man Commander wore shattered iron armor embedded in his soul, clinging tightly to the dim Holy Hall pillars. The powerful pulling force made him wobble like a small boat in a storm, ready to topple at any moment.
The souls, unwilling, screamed and struggled, but the souls lacking the protection of the Power of Heart Energy could not be perceived by mortals.
The Giant Dragon's beloved ones were lifeless, silent and suppressive, merely repeating the act of smearing their weapons over and over.
The Power of the Mind descended at this moment, like divine spirits showering their brilliance and blessings from the heavens. The blood-colored Holy Hall suddenly quaked, rising leisurely, and the silent blood color blossomed with boundless light.
