This is the true power of the Soul-Summoning Bell, originating from the netherworld, cleansing the soul, shaking the spirit, and unstoppable by gods and ghosts.
Moreover, these are just a few cultivators from the mortal realm.
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"Sizzle!" The defensive talisman blocked the final blow, became completely ineffective, and instantly burst into flames.
He Wangyao looked down at the defensive talisman that had burned to ashes in a daze, not even understanding what had happened for a moment.
He blinked, then suddenly felt incredibly sleepy, his whole body lightening as if he were about to fall asleep.
...Sleep my foot! He'd experienced his soul leaving his body before, and he instantly became alert, pulling out a talisman from his bag.
This was sent to everyone by Shi Mingzhuo on the plane. She told them to use it sparingly because the production was too low; she had only collected four recently.
He was worried about damaging it, so he kept it in his bag, which almost cost him his life.
The soul, which had almost left the body, returned, giving a sense of security and reassurance.
Li Wenhe pressed down on Yang Juntong's body, "Quickly help me hold him down!"
Yang Juntong was most affected by the bell. His whole body was convulsing, and his soul was even about to emerge, but it was firmly nailed to his spiritual platform by the blood talisman between his eyebrows.
Meanwhile, Mingzhuo's sword struck down, and the ghost servant desperately gathered his life force to resist, but was still pierced through the chest by the sword.
It had been dead for far too long, and theoretically shouldn't feel any physical pain, yet it felt a chilling sensation deep within.
"You, your..." it began in a hoarse voice, as if it wanted to say something, but then it collapsed.
"Eyes..." The sound of the throat bone vibrating was barely audible; it was completely silent.
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