Within the azure-blue flames, the silhouettes of countless wronged souls emerged around Li Chengru. Their distorted faces were full of pain and resentment, and their withered fingers clutched desperately at his soul, as if trying to drag him down into the deepest abyss of the Underworld.
Yan Luoluo's pupils contracted slightly—of course she could see them.
As the Main God of Samsara who governed reincarnation, the wails of the dead were clearly audible to her ears. Meanwhile, the Underworld Emissary beside her turned pale, the Soul-Catching Chain in his hand trembling involuntarily. No matter how many Underworld public servants had seen, evil souls of this caliber were truly rare.
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