Ding –

Ding –

The Cosmic Seacross Bell began to ring, releasing ripples that spread out and suppressed the formidable strength. But, this could only slightly suppress the swallowing strength coming from outside. Qin Yu’s soul still trembled as it was constantly pulled out.

Shua –

Qin Yu’s consciousness entered his soul. His eyes opened and he looked around. His gaze seemed to pierce through all barriers, seeing the endless cracks in the ground.

At almost the same time, countless calls only audible to the soul erupted from the cracks in the ground. Old and young, men and women, these calls were filled with endless suffering and grief. When gathered together they were like countless rusty nails stabbing into one’s mind. This sort of terrifying pain was enough to scatter a person’s will.

Qin Yu’s soul stuffily coughed, but his back remained straight and his fingers didn’t shiver. His dark eyes were as calm as a still well. “You want to swallow my soul with such a method?”

As if realizing Qin Yu’s contempt and ridicule, the sounds coming from the cracks rose to a whole new level. If it was like nails thrusting...