The shattered gate fell to the ground, but it was not an inanimate object, rather it squirmed like a worm softening and writhing.
"Ah——!"
The grating scream emitted from the broken pieces of the gate, loud enough to cause throbbing headaches and to shake one's spirit.
Whoosh!
But the noise lasted only a moment before blood seeped out from the ground, flipped over, and swallowed the fragments.
"It has the effect of assaulting the divine soul."
Zhang Fei Xuan stepped inside, licking his lips slightly, "It's a living one..."
And not a small number of souls at that, split into enough pieces to substitute for his own death—a total of a hundred lives all at once.
So many souls for just a gate?
What kind of person was the owner of this place?
