“Nether Bridge Soul Captivation!” The late Saint domain expert from the Nether Spirit Society bellowed.

His bellow somehow resonated with the nether spirits’ sharp screeches.

The eight bridges formed by nether spirits instantly thrummed with nether power.

Immediately afterwards, the illusory bridges condensed into solidity.

The net of golden light formed by the Golden Light Tribulation Formation could no longer stop any of the nether spirits. The eight bridges then extended directly through its defense.

As this happened, every Qi warrior who was standing in the spell formation experienced anomalies.

Images of the eight bridges suddenly appeared in the depths of their eyes without any exceptions.

It was as if eight bridges from the netherworld pierced into everyone’s souls at this moment.

A cry escaped Huang Jinnan’s mouth.

He suddenly realized that he was losing control of his true soul, and that wisps of soul awareness were leaving his true soul and floating away, following the bridges.

His originally distinctive true soul started to grow blurry.

Of the Qi warriors gathered in this place, Nie Tian’s cultivation base was the lowest. His came before Pei Qiqi, who was at the middle Soul realm, and was the second lowest.

They all jerked their heads towards Nie Tian, panic filling their eyes.

Nie Tian, however, let out a cold harrumph as a shiny cyan pearl suddenly appeared in his palm.

Then, as soon as...