"Dead..." Watching the lifeless Si Nanyan, Wen Zhixing's gaze became somewhat complex. It was not sympathy, but a kind of inexplicable emptiness. It felt as if the mountain that once oppressively loomed over him had simply vanished. A bit of relief, but also a feeling that was somewhat indescribable.
"Soul Sacrifice Banner!" Wen Zhixing sighed as he began the finishing touches. Si Nanyan's death wouldn't be the end of it.
A flash of brilliance shone from his palm, and the Soul Sacrifice Banner appeared. The face of the banner fluttered in the wind, emitting a thick Yin Qi. The temperature in the area began to drop, instantly becoming somewhat chilly. Wen Zhixing hadn't used this Soul Sacrifice Banner in quite some time. A cold sensation came from his palm, as though penetrating deep into his bones. Above the banner's surface, several fierce, disheveled remnant souls emerged, their mouths issuing heart-quaking, shrill screams.
