In the past, Cultivators had dealt with the natives of this world on countless occasions. As a result, their experience and techniques in this regard were honed to perfection.
He never expected, however, that this time, when he waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the Martial Artists' Divine Souls wouldn't leave their bodies and become fodder for the banner as they had in the past.
Not only that, but when the Martial Artists gathered, their combined Essence, Qi, and Spirit coalesced into a towering battle intent, which could even clash with the myriad Ghost Souls within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!
'When did the Spiritual Power of these natives get so strong?'
The Cultivator was puzzled.
But that didn't matter. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand was a Magical Treasure he had spent a lifetime refining, having devoured countless souls.
