When the Netherworld Flame landed upon his Soul Body.
It was as though it slowly corroded him.
The Netherworld Flame began to burn upon his Soul Body,
"Ah... what is this?"
"Ah..."
Wu Wu's soul let out a cry of agony.
But this voice belonged to the soul; apart from nearby souls, the living could not hear it at all.
Only in the blink of an eye.
The Netherworld Flame directly devoured Wu Wu's soul completely.
"It truly works."
"A killing move aimed at the soul."
"Continue."
Zhao Feng's spiritual power enveloped the void for thousands of yards.
Through the power of the Netherworld Flame, souls could be seen, and even spiritual communication was possible.
"You Foreign Tribes."
"Today I shall ensure that you never reincarnate."
Zhao Feng, employing spiritual power, let his voice resound throughout the void.
At the sound,
The souls of the Eastern Hu soldiers upon the void began to struggle madly, seemingly gripped by terror.
