Dark green corpse flames still licked at the crumbling walls and shattered ruins.
The air was filled with the stench of char and rot, along with the chaotic fluctuations produced by pure Yin Qi being violently torn apart.
The defensive array that once gathered countless Resentful Souls around the stronghold's perimeter was now completely gone.
All that remained in its place was a massive, scorched black crater with vitrified edges.
A figure approached from the distance, moving as if borne by the wind, and stepped into this domain of destruction.
'It drained ninety percent of my True Qi. The power is decent, but it's too slow. It can only be used against large, stationary targets...'
Surveying the Yellow Springs Netherworld stronghold, now reduced to ruins, Qi Yun silently summarized this rare experience.
As he ventured deeper, any remaining resistance had all but vanished.
