The evil power of the curse, once it taints Ye Xuan's soul power, will unleash a horrifying corrosive force, eroding the limited soul power completely.
"What a vicious curse power."
Ye Xuan was somewhat surprised; who would have thought that within Silver Thunder's body lay such an evil curse.
"Haha, unexpected, right? Die for me now!"
Silver Thunder let out a frenzied roar, his smile full of delight.
Ye Xuan's expression turned extremely grave, but all his attention was on the curse's aura at this moment. The aura was like a bone-adhering maggot; once it latched on, it was difficult to shake off, spreading rapidly like a plague.
"Begone!"
At the core of Ye Xuan's sea of souls, two Martial Souls were astonishingly suspended, interconnected in aura, from which suddenly emanated a golden light circle, releasing an astonishing energy wave.
The circle expanded to its extreme in an instant, filling the entire sea of souls.
