After a while of turbulence, the Taishang Bell turned into a grain of sand and landed on a tree.
Ye Qiu muttered to himself how close it was. If he had been a moment slower, he would have been blasted to death by the three Saints.
However, having taken down one Saint, Ye Qiu was in a good mood as he successfully killed the Saint with his Soul Body.
Of course, it must be said that the white fine threads that bound the Saint at the critical moment played a crucial role.
Even a Saint couldn't break free immediately. Ye Qiu marveled inwardly at how terrifying the threads formed by the power of faith were.
Ye Qiu had already been prepared to withstand the opponent's attack with his Soul Body; he had an invisible armor of rules, which should be able to block most of the force, making severe injury to the Soul Body unlikely.
However, when he tentatively condensed the power of faith into fine threads to bind the opponent, it was very effective, much to Ye Qiu's surprise and delight.
