It was the same power that had tormented Saven Flerov day and night.
The ancient soul pointed with his bare hand and infused Shadey Kanevsky's body with additional energy.
The old man lay on the ground, screaming in agony as his muscles and bones seemed to twist in torment.
Pain was his constant companion!
The other six transcendents looked on with alarm as they launched their attacks.
Without the suppression of the third killing formation, they had regained about 30% of their cultivation.
But in the face of the ancient soul, they were nothing more than a joke.
The ancient soul raised his hand and subdued the six transcendents.
With a sweep of his right sleeve, he struck them, causing a transparent path of transcendence to materialize within their bodies.
They were all essentially lambs waiting to be slaughtered!
