As the grand and eerie Sanskrit chant enveloped the whole area, countless burning skulls, each topped with a blood blade, shot forth, targeting every "lost soul" present.
At the same time, Xu Shu felt a sudden snap in his mind, like a taut string breaking, causing a sharp pain.
Yet, he was not worried; instead, he was overwhelmed with joy.
Because the supernaturally heavy chant that had been pressing on him, almost suffocating his spirit, suddenly became incredibly light.
It was as if there were originally about ten thousand steel needles pricking him, and now there were less than a hundred.
"The Rebirth Giant Wheel's attention is scattered! Hmph, among those around me, there's Yan Hui and Zhang Runzhi, whose cultivation levels are obviously higher, and then there's the Red Emperor's army, whose cultivation might be lower, but they are far more numerous. This fickle wheel has 'transferred its affections'—great, great, transferring affections is great!!"
