In the places they passed through, there was clearly no sound, yet in the ears of cultivators with Divine Sense, it was like a soul-stealing melody.
"This is bad!"
The Nascent Soul Cultivators who had possessed bodies all turned pale, because they had delved too deeply into the Secret Realm, resulting in them being at the rear when attempting to escape.
This ghostly wail of Divine Soul attack directly turned their faces ashen, and for some Nascent Soul Cultivators not adept in soul techniques, their eyes filled with blood, and they let out cries of unwillingness.
"Damn it! This isn't over!"
"Damn ghost cultivators!"
Each Nascent Soul Cultivator cursed in agony as their possessed Divine Souls collapsed, the pain of it unmentionable.
More importantly, the cultivators who could be possessed were either their Direct Disciples or descendants by blood. With the loss of their possessive protection,
each let out cries of pain and fell into the sea.
