691 The Dark Demonic Eye! (2/2)

The late-stage Nascent Soul realm!

Wang Baole shuddered violently. A powerful aura, stronger and more concentrated than anything he had ever possessed before, erupted from his body. It was a power that threatened to overwhelm everything in sight!

The ghoulish faces that continued to appear in the red mist around him began to respond to the eruptions. Their expressions shifted. There was respect, fear, and awe on their faces, and they started to retreat.

They could feel the icy chill surging from Wang Baole and the creepy black eye guarding his back. It drove fear into them like a stake. The wisps of spirit energy that were colored by the Dark Art, which continued to emanate from Wang Baole as he continued his cultivation, made them afraid as well. They dared not draw near.

If given the choice, most of the souls would keep their distance from Wang Baole. Regardless, the red mist was their prison, trapping them within as their numbers grew, preventing their escape. The only way out seemed to be through Wang Baole. They could either consume him or be consumed by him.

The souls became increasingly torn. The will of the Soul Infusion Destruction continued to coerce, compel, and draw them. The souls that gathered within the red mist began to struggle and grow mad. Their frustration and anger grew. The entire red mist began to rumble and boil with emotions.

Daoist You Ran hadn't anticipated this series of events. Chi Lin and the other Never-Ending Clan Soul Conduit realm cultivators, as well as the Dao Palace cultivators currently deep in meditation aboard their battleships—whose souls were continuously being drained by the array formation—were all unaware of the monster they were breeding.

However, the tumultuous state of the mist that Wang Baole was trapped within was obvious when compared with the mist holding Feng Qiuran prisoner. It wasn't something that could escape the eyes of Chi Lin and the others. The red mist that Feng Qiuran was trapped within was too calm when compared to Wang Baole's. No one could tell what was going on inside. Even so, they could still sense waves of strange spirit energy escaping from the red mist.

The stark difference in the red mists' appearances drew their attention, but without the ability to investigate what was truly going on inside, Chi Lin and the others could only frown and watch. The red mist not only imprisoned their captives, it also kept the captors out and unable to discern what was happening inside.

\”Maybe it's because of Wang Baole's special circumstances…\” Chi Lin and his fellow clan members eyed one another. They continued to feel uneasy after a series of voice transmissions. Finally, they decided to seek Daoist You Ran's views on the matter.

They were about to do just that. It was then that inside the red mist, Wang Baole, who had sat in meditation and had just recovered fully, suddenly opened his eyes!

The faces surrounding him in the mist suddenly shuddered violently. They seemed on the verge of screaming, but they had held back their screams out of fear. They trembled, their expressions filled with awe. It was as if a single word from Wang Baole could dictate their death.

Wang Baole's cold eyes swept across the souls around him. He raised his right hand slowly, an icy glint flashing across his eyes. Then, his hand lowered, and his finger pointed forward. He didn't speak. Regardless, his will was transmitted into every soul inside the mist through his gestures alone. They trembled and turned around abruptly. They were like soldiers who had just received their orders, suddenly making a mad charge outwards!

The red mist spasmed and rumbled violently. It expanded outwards without stop, seeming as if it might explode at any moment. Countless faces could be seen howling and struggling inside the mist, madness distorting their expressions.

Alarm flashed across Chi Lin's and the others' faces when they saw that. They felt danger instinctively rumbling in their gut. Before they could take a closer look, an unimaginable force erupted. It was a tsunami, threatening to pull everything under its waves, and, like a volcanic eruption, threatening to split the lands apart. The red mist could no longer contain the crazed souls. Its outer layers began to disintegrate, surging outwards like furious waves and sweeping into everything!

The four Soul Conduit realm cultivators bore the brunt of the attack. They couldn't escape, and they found the backlash hitting them straight in their faces as they shuddered violently and retreated repeatedly. The battleships around them were like children's toys, swept along and flung into distant space. Chaos reigned momentarily. Alarm colored Chi Lin's and the other cultivators' faces. The souls that had escaped from the red mist and charged out turned back towards the red mist then. They stared straight into the mist, lowered their heads, and fell on their knees!

It was a mind-boggling sight. A tall, slim person emerged from the depths of the mist, and a head full of long hair flowed down his back as he walked out slowly!

It was Wang Baole!

\”Thanks to you, I've decided on the path of cultivation I'm going to embark on!\” A chilly voice, one laced with ice, erupted in everyone's minds. It seemed capable of freezing everything in sight. The distinct shape of a pitch-black eye materialized behind Wang Baole.

It was a terrifying sight!