Placing his hand on the soul coffin, closing his eyes and feeling it, Li Ziyu could feel the souls inside and communicate with them without any obstacles.
"King Borhan?" Li Ziyu found a familiar breath and called out hesitantly.
"It's me, the Lord of the Undead." The voice of the King of the Undead rang out in Li Ziyu's soul, clearer than when he was outside.
"Are you all... okay?" Li Ziyu asked curiously. Wouldn't it feel crowded for so many souls to enter such a small box? Although they can overlap...
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