"Soul Slave Space?"
Han Yi scanned the surroundings and carefully sensed his situation. His heart suddenly sank as he realized that something was wrong.
At the moment, he could only sense that his Divine Soul existed, but he couldn't feel his physical body. The space around him was purely white, endless in its whiteness. Hanging above the space were four ancient black Soul Bells.
"That's right, the Soul Slave Space. It is a derivative space created by the Soul Skill I practice, the Nine Destruction Soul Imprint."
"Don't worry, it won't take more than an incense stick's worth of time for me to plant the soul imprint in your Divine Soul. In this Soul Slave Space, I'll condense a fifth Nine Destruction Soul Bell. In the outside world, your body will only be disconnected for a brief moment."
