At this moment, the Seven Soul Flags flew towards seven different directions. On their surfaces, there was black-gray fog swirling around. Sometimes, the fog condensed into the shapes of evil ghosts, showing fierce expressions and emitting low roars; other times it dispersed into a mysterious black mist, incredibly strange and eerie.
The Seven Soul Flags intimidated the seven directions, connected by countless strands of black silk, creating an interaction that surrounded the entire Qingxuan Sect.
"I don't believe this," a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect snorted coldly, stepping on a treasure sword. He instantly broke through the air, surrounded by a white airflow, fiercely rushing towards the wall formed by the seven soul devices, while in his hand he pinched a spell, unleashing a fireball of extreme heat that swept through like a dragon into
the black fog.
