"Hold on!!!"
Chen Yuan's Primordial Spirit suddenly became towering, his voice like a thunderclap, resonating like the sound of Heavenly Dao, a sound exploded, as if the entire Yin Wind World had come to a standstill.
Bathed in the purple light, those Yin Souls, initially filled only with murderous intent, gradually had a clearing gaze.
"Am I... not dead?"
"Where are those No-Life Sect demons?"
"Kill! Kill them."
"A bunch of beasts, using us for alchemy!"
"What is this...."
"Why am I floating...."
A cacophony of voices arose, unsettling Chen Yuan, who forcibly suppressed the pain brought by the Yin Wind Refining God.
He scanned the endless sea of Yin Souls and said solemnly:
"You're all dead. Only Yin Souls remain now."
"You... You're lying."
"How could I be dead? I have a wife and children at home."
"I... I'm dead."
"Dead, actually... dead...."
