Zhou Yan merely glanced at it, and a chill immediately surged in his heart.
He had no reaction himself, but half of his soul consciousness was immediately extinguished by the black light.
As for the Evil King and others, true Nine Origin Sword Saints, they were crushed and slaughtered by the black light in the space within the Purple Flame Lotus's inner flame, just like ants.
Zhou Yan took a deep breath and felt somewhat astonished and unsure.
He was now feeling grateful, grateful that he had not impulsively split all his soul consciousness into the Purple Flame Void earlier, and even more, that he had not entered that terrifying space with Yanyan earlier.
This was unimaginable danger; this was also an extremely cruel method, killing saints like slaughtering dogs.
However, Zhou Yan could no longer use such a method.
