The dozens of guards blasted to death were all Sun Gods with Onefold of Divinity. At the instant they were blown into a mist of blood, their Soul and Spirit shot out, turning into ghostly faces that scattered in terror in all directions.
How could Wang Xiaoqiang let that happen? Both hands stretched out, five fingers spread and grabbed in a snake-swallowing motion, and an immense suction burst forth, dragging those hundreds of souls all the way to him.
No matter how those ghost faces transformed from Soul and Spirit pleaded or cursed, Wang Xiaoqiang remained unmoved. His face was ice-cold, his eyes freezing, as he slapped those strands of Sun God Soul and Spirit into the Divine Light shrouding him.
Those Soul and Spirits met the Divine Light like moths encountering a raging fire, hissing as they burned up and turned into streams of energy. That energy made the Red Light grow denser and denser, and Wang Xiaoqiang's Divine Core grew ever more powerful…
