"Mourning-Death soul…"
Su Ming's eyes sparkled brilliantly as he stared at the large number of dark threads of light that formed the butterfly of his other self. He then swept his gaze past the ten Great Mourning-Death souls.
Su Ming did not understand them nor did he know why they were known as Mourning-Death souls, but he could sense that there was an ancient air about them that had lasted for a long period of time.
At the instant they spoke, a law that Su Ming did not understand seemed to have come forth from the ancient past.
A chilling glare shone in the eyes of the other Su Ming. He turned into a huge butterfly and charged over.
Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. He formed a seal with his hands and swung his arm. Countless mountains immediately appeared, but they were all illusions.
