Beneath the firmament, souls soared like fireworks, yet sadly did not burst into vibrant colors.
They had already vanished, entering the cycle of reincarnation.
The range of the gray radiance continued to expand.
Everyone on the ground retreated at an absolute speed.
Especially those Nascent Souls from the Eastern Realm who were watching.
It was as if they'd torn their mouths to pieces.
If only they hadn't provoked Xia Liu earlier.
Had they listened to him and fled quickly.
They wouldn't now be scrambling for their lives.
As for those closest to the battlefield.
Their souls had already been extracted.
The approach of the gray was too fast.
The power of the Scroll of Death was not something they could withstand.
Unless one had a foundation like Xia Liu's, at Nascent Soul Great Perfection, they could only resist briefly under the Scroll of Death.
Under Nascent Soul Late Stage, there was no suspense, all were killed in seconds!
