Xiao Yi had just flown a few hundred meters out of the Fengxu Palace.
An overwhelming barrage of soul skills was already hurtling toward him.
"Damn it," Xiao Yi slashed with his sword.
The black sword in his hand barely managed to block most of the soul skills attacks around him.
However, as a result, he was forcibly blasted back to the ground.
Just as he landed,
Tens of thousands of Spiritual Senses swarmed around him like a tide.
The hundreds of Spiritual Senses he had encountered in the Fengxu Palace had arrived in an instant.
The Spiritual Senses of the Yin Wind Saint and the other hundreds of souls were clearly of a much higher level and realm than the tens of thousands outside.
"Kid, are you really unwilling to surrender quietly?" the Yin Wind Saint stared at Xiao Yi coldly.
"Do you insist on enduring torment worse than death?"
Xiao Yi couldn't be bothered to waste words with them, took a step back, and swept his sword, forcefully carving a path.
