This time, Yu Yan no longer stood aloof discharging waves of Spiritual Power. With a roar, he drew forth two short blades from somewhere, their material was chillingly cold, laced with a bizarre dark red hue, seemingly capable of cutting the eyes just by a glance.
"Soul Devourer?!" Cen Lizhui exclaimed once more, shocked that besides the Dragon Devouring Palm, this person possessed such a Divine Artifact?!
Lin Qing couldn't believe it upon hearing: "The Soul Devourer you're talking about, is it the one I think it is?!"
"Forged from Extremely Yin Meteorite Iron, soaked with the blood of ten thousand people, causing the dark red shade to seep into the material. It is said that those killed by this blade hear the cries of myriad souls and feel countless hands dragging them into the Eighteen Layers of Hell!" Cen Lizhui's eyes filled with worry, but the battle unfolding now was clearly beyond what they could partake in...
