"Great Protector!"
The Golden Core Cultivators battling Xiao Chan cried out in alarm when they saw Ye Shaoqiu get smashed into oblivion.
"Your turn!"
Seeing his chance, Xiao Chan roared. He waved the Soul-Calling Banner, and thousands upon thousands of Divine Souls instantly converged into a single stream, surging directly toward the nearest Golden Core Cultivator.
WHOOSH—
It happened so fast that the man had no time to dodge.
Countless Divine Souls entered his body. In a flash, a series of savage faces passed right through him. With each face that passed through, a portion of his Qi and Blood was stolen away. And with tens of millions of Divine Souls within the banner, the Golden Core Cultivator was almost instantly reduced to a withered, desiccated corpse that plummeted from the sky.
In the blink of an eye, another comrade had fallen. Terrified, the remaining Golden Core Cultivators scattered like startled birds, retreating in a panic.
