Eighty-one Demon Sword Evil Monarchs wore chilling expressions and extraordinarily eerie looks. In perfect unison, they extended their fingers and gently traced a line toward Yelin's location, instantly condensing streak after streak of translucent crimson blood light. That crimson blood light seemed capable of devouring souls and minds; quite a few Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators who perceived it with their spiritual sense felt as though their souls were being torn open into eighty-one massive gashes, causing them to writhe on the ground in agony across the spectator stands.
This was the soul attack at which the inner demons excelled most. Even for those who were not the direct targets, merely perceiving the aura of this technique caused severe damage to their souls—the terrifying nature of its might could easily be imagined.
Once condensed, the crimson blood light engulfed Yelin amidst his high-speed escape as if through teleportation. Every single soul attack plunged entirely into Yelin's body, leaving him utterly devoid of any opportunity to dodge.
Chapter 250