Half of the souls pouring out of the soul banner had already been ninety percent scattered by the lightning strikes within the domain of thunder. The strikes showed no sign of easing, continuing to hound the five of them relentlessly.
The group of five moved to evade, looking rather disheveled. The cultivator at the early stage of Mahayana was managing to hold his own, but the other four were not nearly as relaxed, and they were also being subjected to the whip.
Jian’s soul-flogging whip struck like a phantom, consistently lashing out in triplets. Once the strikes landed, she paid no mind to where they had scrambled to, moving immediately to the next target until their souls were rattled to the core. The soul of the weakest among them, a Void Refinement Cultivator, was whipped right out of his physical body.
Chapter 989