Unexpectedly, this was exactly what Yan Xiaobao did.
"This person is—" Before he could finish speaking, an indescribable deadly crisis engulfed him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the air ripple in the distance, as countless banesouls appeared, rushing toward him with eager expressions.
"Banesouls!!" he gasped. Just as he was about to flee, fear filled his heart.
"So many!! My god!" It wasn't just three or four banesouls approaching. As dozens closed in, the air continuously wavered unsteadily, with even more behind them. From the looks of it, there could possibly be a hundred in total.
Among the banesouls, there was a sinister young girl dressed in a white dress holding a bear. Her eyes spun with dark light, and though she was expressionless, Lei Shan and dozens of the Profound Stream Sect disciples could hear her light laughter in their ears.
