Like a rag wiping across the sky, the white light erased all life in its path, vanishing into nothingness.
Even as all the Soul Sages were unleashing their Martial Souls and preparing to use their powerful soul skills, they were forever gone without a trace after the white light swept over them.
Huo Yuhao's mouth hung open in shock, unable to comprehend that his ominous premonition had heralded such a terrifying catastrophe. What exactly was that fleeting white light that it could be so horrifying? So horrifying that even with his strength in spiritual power, he had no time to react.
Indeed, if that white light had swept in his direction, he would have met the same fate as those Soul Sage level experts—eradicated without any chance to resist.
