In the void, the illusory soul body screamed.
I saw the black fog covering the sky and enveloping Yao Chen.
Several chains formed by the black fog locked his limbs tightly.
These black mists seemed to be extremely restraining to the soul body.
The moment they came into contact with Yao Chen, it was as if concentrated sulfuric acid was poured on the body, and white smoke emerged.
At this moment, Yao Chen was surrounded by black fog, with a ferocious look and an expression of great pain.
"Soul Palace, you bunch of bastards! I will fight you to the death!"
Yao Chen's eyes widened, his cloudy old eyes filled with blood.
The next moment, white flames enveloped his entire body and the temperature around him dropped suddenly.
With the appearance of the dark white flames, the black mist released by the Soul Controlling Banner seemed to be suppressed, and the four chains that bound Yao Chen's limbs were directly burned off.
"As expected of a strange fire, even my Soul Control Banner can't do anything to you."
Seeing this scene, Ye Chen frowned. It seemed that the Bone Spirit Cold Fire was restraining his Soul Control Banner.
Then he angrily shouted at Ling Ying and the Purple Electric Marten who were watching the show, "
What are you two still standing there for? Beat him to death!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Ying was stunned for a moment, and then he and the Purple Electric Marten attacked Yao Chen's soul body directly.
Originally, he saw that Yao Chen's soul was restrained by the Soul Control Banner and thought that Ye Chen could handle it alone, so he stopped attacking.
"Ah!"
Although he broke free from the Soul Control Banner, Yao Chen was obviously exhausted.
In addition, he was already injured. Facing the attack of Ling Ying and the Purple Electric Marten, he was completely unable to withstand it and was suppressed by the man and the beast.
Moreover, Ye Chen was urging the Soul Control Banner to watch closely from the side.
If Yao Chen was not careful, he would be enveloped by the black fog and suffer heavy damage.
…
"What is that black fog, and why is it so powerful?"
"How bizarre! The moment this black fog appeared, it suppressed that Dou Huang expert."
"As expected of a Dou Huang master, what kind of flame is this? Just looking at it from a distance gives me chills."
On the city wall, many powerful men of Wutan City were watching the battle outside the city, talking among themselves, with expressions of surprise on their faces.
Today's battle was an eye-opener for them, allowing them to see the huge gap between themselves and the Douhuang powerhouses.
In front of the Douhuang powerhouse, they were like ants and could be crushed to death at any time.
"It looks like the winner will be decided soon!"
At the Miter Auction House, Ya Fei looked at the illusory figure that was being besieged and spoke.
Her face was full of surprise. Could it be that a Douhuang strongman would die here today?
Douhuang strongmen are rarely seen in the Jiama Empire.
Now, in this small city of Wutan, not only had a battle between three Douhuang masters occurred at once, but a Douhuang master was about to fall here.
This made Ya Fei a little unbelievable.
After tonight, Wutan City will probably become famous…"
Looking at the battle in the void, Ya Fei muttered to herself.
At this moment, the fight above the grove had indeed reached its conclusion.
Yao Chen's soul body was becoming increasingly transparent, like mist on the verge of dispersing, full of cracks and holes.
Facing the combined assault of Ling Ying and the Purple Electric Marten, as well as the looming threat of the Soul Controlling Banner, he could do nothing but endure. Despair welled up in his heart.
"I never thought that I, Yao Chen....who once roamed all over Zhongzhou.....would meet my end in this tiny, remote town."
Yao Chen's face twisted with resentment, yet before Ling Ying and the Purple Electric Marten, he felt utterly powerless.
Today… he was doomed.
"What a pity. I've already delayed Xiao Yan for three years… I had planned to take him as my disciple, and now I will owe him that forever."
The image of Xiao Yan surfaced in Yao Chen's mind, drawing a faint sigh from deep within his soul.
Perhaps because he knew there was no escape, regrets began to surface....one after another.
"It's time. Let's see how you resist my Soul Controlling Banner this time."
Ye Chen's eyes flashed coldly as he looked at the battered Yao Chen.
With a thought, he poured his fighting spirit into the Soul Controlling Banner once more.
Under his control, the banner turned into a streak of black light, releasing a torrent of inky mist that surged through the air and swallowed Yao Chen's soul body in an instant.
"Ah—!"
The moment the black fog touched him, Yao Chen screamed in agony.
This time, he no longer had the strength to summon the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.
The four black chains wrapped tightly around him, locking his limbs, while despair overtook his gaze.
"Receive!"
Ye Chen's mind stirred, and an immense pulling force traveled through the chains, dragging Yao Chen's soul straight into the depths of the Soul Controlling Banner.
"No—!"
With a final, desperate wail, Yao Chen was sucked inside.
The banner shrank back into a beam of black light and returned to Ye Chen's hand, once again revealing its sinister form.
"Let me out! What is this place?!"
"Damn Soul Palace!" Yao Chen's voice roared from within the banner, thick with hatred.
"Save your breath. Once you've entered my Soul Controlling Banner, there's no getting out."
Ye Chen's lips curved into a faint, almost playful smile.
"Don't worry… I'll help you settle your blood feud with the Soul Palace. And along the way, you'll help me grow stronger."
For inside the Soul Controlling Banner, a captured soul could be refined, devoured, and used to strengthen the wielder.
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