Tens of thousands of wandering souls howled as they swirled around Wang Lin. Their cold eyes would occasionally look at the people standing on the platform.
These wandering souls were true wandering souls from the foreign battleground. He had spent a lot of effort to get past the law of the world to bring them out.
In truth, he had collected over 100,000 wandering souls in the years he had spent inside the foreign battleground, but he was only able to bring out these 10,000.
The difference between wandering souls and devils is that no matter what cultivation level the enemy is, they will jump at them even if it means they themselves could be refined.
Wang Lin hadn’t tested if he could kill a Soul Formation cultivator using all 10,000 wandering souls. After all, unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to waste these wandering souls that he had spent so much effort on.
But Wang Lin remembered that Ancient Emperor was killed by the endless onslaught of countless wandering souls.
Among those wandering souls, one was different from all the others. Although it looked the same, there was a sliver of intelligence in its eyes. It was the devil Xu Liguo.
He felt very proud at the moment as he thought that master really did still care about him. The third, fourth, and fifth devils were all dead, but he was here, surrounded by all these seniors, so he felt he would be pretty safe from now on.
The whirlpool of wandering souls was very big, the people on the platform were all staring at it. One of them paid extra close attention. His eyes lit up and on his forehead the symbol of an axe faded in and out.
This person was the member of the Giant Demon Clan that came from Suzaku as well.
He was able to identify Wang Lin in an instant and silently pondered.
One of the people on this platform was a middle-aged men who was wearing a grey coat. His eyes were dark, his nose was slightly slanted, and he looked very gloomy. He looked at where Wang Lin was and took a step toward him.
The member of the Giant Demon Clan looked at this person, but he didn’t speak; he instead revealed a mocking expression. In his view, this person’s cultivation level wasn’t even at the Soul Formation stage; only late stage Nascent Soul. Trying to take the life of a Soul Formation cultivator’s life with this cultivation level was like hitting a rock with an egg.
The grey-robed man carefully moved forward and got closer to the wandering souls. He began to chant and a ball of black fire formed in his hand.
The moment the black flame appeared, a wave of heat spread out.
He looked at Wang Lin with greed in his eyes and threw the black flame at him.
Just at this moment, the wandering souls swirling around Wang Lin suddenly stopped and stared at the grey-robed man, causing him to step back.