Chapter 74

As Pi Yanlin’s soul power burst into golden rain mid-air, cold sweat began to seep from the back of his neck. He could clearly feel a throbbing pain deep within his sea of consciousness, as if someone were pricking his soul veins with fine needles—a sign of excessive soul power consumption. Yet, the moment the golden net enveloped the square, the soul fires that had previously been suppressed by the evil flames suddenly ignited in his perception. Three thousand six hundred points of faint light flickered like fireflies scattered by the wind.