The seven black-robed cultivators on the back stone tiles began to simultaneously chant strange and ancient syllables. It was like the beating of a drum, short and intense, each one ringing in the air. Within the void, the cold yin chill began to grow and multiply. They were like snakes in the dark and dire water, each one emanating a frightening atmosphere.

Atop the killing curse altar, these faint traces of black aura crept up like living creatures, swaying from side to side as they crept up Qin Yu’s soul phantom. Like chains, they finally twined around him.

At this time, the face of Qin Yu’s soul phantom finally twisted. His pupils widened to reveal inexhaustible fear. He bitterly struggled but he couldn’t extricate himself from the black aura. The tendrils grew increasingly tight. In the end, they finally started to intrude into Qin Yu’s soul phantom, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.

Four Seasons City, Dao Arena training room.

“Ahhh!” Qin Yu roared in pain, his face flushing red with blood. Blue veins stuck up on his neck like snakes that began to twist and distort.

The agony that spread from his soul nearly crushed his consciousness to nothing. This pain was like his soul had been placed into the bottom of a vat of boiling oil, and flames were blazing at the bottom.

Qin Yu believed he possessed a formidable will, but now he felt as if he could collapse at any time. And the most terrifying thing was that an extreme yin chill aura was...