No matter how fierce the resistance, it was all in vain. Under the grip of the elderly figure, all the souls trembled in unison and emitted a series of mournful sounds.
These syllables dispersed entirely, echoing like a ghostly curse from all directions, transforming the area into a place surrounded by wolves' fangs.
The souls, after howling, trembled as they were directly captured by the large hand.
They were brought before Ye Feng, and as soon as they came within ten feet, the large hand relaxed its grip.
Once released, the souls within the large hand immediately became panic-stricken and, with eyes flickering, glanced at Ye Feng with dread, wanting to escape.
However, as soon as they tried to move, they froze like statues, trembling in place, unable to move an inch.
When this scene flashed by, Ye Feng once again uttered a murmured sound.
"Come, soul, come, soul…."
