'Is he finally dead?'
Everyone gasped for air, their hearts still pounding like drums as they stared at Ye Jiuming's bisected body, at the gray Divine Soul dissipating in the sky, and at the Soul-Calling Banner, which was gradually calming down.
The battle had been far more perilous than they had anticipated.
Before coming here, they had all prepared for an easy kill, thinking they were just going through the motions…
But who could have predicted that Ye Jiuming's strength would be so far beyond their imagination? Even when they gave it their all to surround and kill him, they were twice nearly sent to their deaths. Especially with that final Ten Thousand Souls Array—if they hadn't been able to break it, they might have truly been invited into the Soul-Calling Banner.
'A Fake Pill?'
'Are they really this terrifying?'
The thought couldn't help but surface in everyone's mind.
"A True Master Fake Pill... truly terrifying!"
