Subjected to a series of "controls," like a slave's wandering soul trapped in a quagmire, they were targeted and attacked by the Black Hand team.

Even for a Qi Realm cultivator, his aura couldn't withstand the continuous attacks from so many people!

While using its aura to resist, the slave spirit drew a magic seal in the air with its left hand, intending to shake off the zombie's hand that was holding it and destroy the lightning and magnetic lines on its iron ball.

However, in this short period of time, the blows it suffered weakened its momentum to the extreme.

boom!

The distorted, realistic shockwave shattered the zombie's arm and destroyed the lightning magnetic lines, but "Black Hand Lu Gang" under the watchtower distanced himself after casting the lightning magnetic line spell, concealing his presence and avoiding being hit by the shockwave.

However, many of the soldiers near the watchtower were thrown back by the blast wave and knocked to the ground.

Meanwhile, Lu Gang, the mastermind, had vanished. It was unclear whether he had used a shadow cloak or been concealed by Luo You's magic.

At the same time, a series of footsteps sounded around the slave soul, either to the left, or to the right, or in front, or behind.

The slave's wandering soul had no choice but to unleash its power once more. The illusory, spiritual power erupted from its center, sweeping outwards.

The illusory footsteps around disappeared, leaving only one: "Black Hand Lu Gang," who had "infiltrated the shadows of the world," was forced to reveal himself outside the watchtower.

The slave spirit looked at "Black Hand Lu Gang," who had been seducing it and constantly harassing it with illusions, and charged towards him without paying any attention.

The reason it didn't use throwing knives for ranged attacks was that if it stopped, it would be entangled and stuck by the real mastermind, Lu Gang.

It mistook Luo You, who resembled Lu Gang, the man behind the Black Hand, for the one who had led it there.

For this, it paid the price of being struck on the back by Lu Gang's longsword with a dark and sinister attack, and its aura was almost completely weakened.

Once away from the watchtower, Luo You, who resembled Lu Gang, could no longer use the building layout to create magical visual illusions.

It's very difficult to stop a Qi Realm cultivator who is willing to kill someone at all costs!

Luo You, who resembled Lu Gang, suddenly accelerated, so fast that he left an afterimage in his place.

He teleported ten meters away, getting close to the soldiers around the watchtower, and once again dodged the attacks of the slave spirits.

Luo You, who resembled Lu Gang, also suffered a huge mental burden from using this ability, and was unable to move for a short period of time. He even had difficulty sitting down and moving his body normally.

But the slave spirit had lost all its momentum, and the next attack would hit his body squarely!

Black Hand Lu Gang was still clinging tightly to the slave wandering soul.

The slave spirit ignored everything and unleashed a powerful aura.

This is the aura of a general going to the battlefield and leading the charge.

Several pre-buried zombies burst from the ground, attempting to block the slave spirits. The soldiers, barely able to stand, were also "encouraged" by Black Hand Lu Gang in advance, and were ready to die to protect Luo You, who resembled Black Hand Lu Gang. However, the terrifying aura that the slave spirits finally condensed was like a chariot, breaking through all obstacles, sweeping away all illusions, and intimidating all villains.

It rushed in front of Luo You and thrust its sword straight into him.

It pierced the air.

This is not an illusion, but a visual illusion.

Luo You, who resembled Lu Gang, stood on the other side of the watchtower and bowed to him.

The real mastermind, Lu Gang, finally approached the exhausted slave soul and slashed down with his long sword.

puff!

The longsword, imbued with eerie dark spiritual power, slashed at the slave's wandering soul.

The spiritual energy exploded and eroded the past.

At this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

The soul of the slave struck by the black hand Lu Gang was transformed into a painting.

In that painting, a circular arena surrounds the flat ground, where imprisoned warriors fight their way out of the encirclement only to be surrounded again.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, without armor, covered in blood, with iron balls shackled on both feet and shackles on both hands, but the chains in the middle of the shackles were not connected.

He held a standard straight sword in his hand, and his belt was full of throwing knives.

His face was very weathered, with deep lines.

His eyes were wide with anger, his emotions burning intensely.

He stared into the distance, at one or more entities outside the frame, his killing intent and fighting spirit vividly portrayed through a few strokes of his eyes.

War! War! War!

Never give up! Never surrender!

Whoosh!

The painting was torn to shreds by the burst of spiritual energy from the Black Hand Lu Gang, with fragments scattered everywhere.

The fragments of the painting hit Lu Gang's face and armor in the wind, and were naturally amplified by his aura, shattering into even smaller pieces.

Black Hand Lu Gang gripped his straight sword tightly. He saw another Luo You below the watchtower, who looked exactly like him. He saw the same surprise and bewilderment in the reflection of the other's pupils.

The Soul of a Slave is actually a painting?

The slave spirits they had gone to so much trouble to hunt down were just a painting?

The heavy fog that had been blown away by the "wind" rolled back in at this moment, obscuring the long-absent sunlight.

...

After bandaging his arm wound, Chen Jing listened to several wounded soldiers in the tent recount the previous battle.

Two "black hands," a massive illusion, a volley of fire, flying fireballs, zombies crawling out of the ground, a terrifying aura...

The most talked-about part is the end, when the slave's wandering soul, stripped of all protection, is struck by the sword and turned into a shattered painting.

A painting? The Slave Souls was actually a painting? Chen Jing couldn't believe it.

The slave spirit that Chen Jing painstakingly lured turned out to be a painting.

He killed countless people and left behind countless terrifying legends.

As for the losses of the trial participants, they have already been tallied. Including the people from the Meijing Dojo, nearly half of them did not return alive. Some of them died from the Mist Spikes, who were skilled at ambushes, while the majority died from the Slave Souls.

However, no one can blame Chen Jing. He risked his life to constantly shout warnings along the way, indirectly saving many people. His plan was also correct. If the operation had been carried out according to Chen Jing's pre-arranged plan, not so many people would have died. However, a considerable number of people still chose to leave their designated areas, including the Meijing Dojo students who were wiped out and many small teams.

Several people, including Dao Nan and other trial participants, even came to the camp to visit Chen Jing, offering their blessings and gratitude.

Sigh... Chen Jing sighed inwardly. He felt powerless once again. He had done almost everything he could, but he still couldn't protect the trial participants.

In this bitter mood, silently, Chen Jing felt the stagnant spiritual energy flowing in his blood begin to melt, becoming more active and easier to mobilize.

Is this the reward after a hard-fought battle? Chen Jing wondered, sensing the state within his body, and directly experiencing what it meant to "control spiritual energy".

The most obvious manifestation of this control was that his spiritual power increased again, and his mental endurance also improved.

If he was considered to be in the early stage of the Blood Realm before, could he be considered to be in the middle stage now? If he had two or three more such gains, Chen Jing would be confident that he could control all the spiritual energy in his body.

Chen Jing had no mind to check the spoils, but was instead saddened by the enormous loss and shocked and bewildered that the enemy he had killed at such great cost was just a painting.

Just then, outside the tent, Mogwu, the captain of the reconnaissance team, carrying a bow, walked in.

"Who is Chen Jing? Master Black Hand is looking for him."