The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

A terrifying power gushed out of the lightning rune, and all of a sudden, the saint souls of all the monks in the formation were frozen.

"Is that a Soul Suppressing Rune?"

Mu LIngxi, Su Qingling, and Wen Shusheng felt that their saint souls were about to be crushed, and they couldn't move a single muscle.

Obviously, that lightning rune attacked people indiscriminately, so even Tian Shu and Tian Miao were having a hard time putting up with it. They put back their ten-thousand-patterns saint weapons, mobilizing their saint Qi to resist the power from that rune.

Zhang Ruochen's saint soul was also suppressed, and his saint Qi almost stopped flowing.

"Can't believe how powerful a level-fifty-six mind power saint king is."

Zhang Ruochen's face paled, and he looked at the front and saw that black soul body holding his lightning rune and walking toward him as if he was the God of Death.