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A shocking turnaround, this is what is called a stunning reversal, so Zhang Qi had every reason to be pleased, and he laughed exceptionally wildly.
Holding the Thousand Soul Banner, Zhang Qi waved it, and the room filled with black mist instantly vanished. Looking at the Ancient Sorcerer and others who appeared like puppets, he felt even more amused.
“Hahaha! Now I can do whatever I want!”
Zhang Qi walked up to the Ancient Sorcerer and delivered a vicious uppercut to his stomach.
“Bang!”
This punch landed solidly, causing the Ancient Sorcerer to bend over in pain, his face contorting.
“Slap! Slap! Slap!”
Zhang Qi then reached out and slapped the Ancient Sorcerer on the waist a few times, continuing, “So, do you still think you're tough now? Hmph!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Zhang Qi relentlessly threw punch after punch into the Ancient Sorcerer's stomach, chest, and waist, making him spin around helplessly.
“Whew~~~”
After tiring himself out from the beating, Zhang Qi finally stopped: “Damn it, this kid's body is pretty tough; my hands are hurting from all this hitting.”
After catching his breath for a while, Zhang Qi remembered there was still someone waiting for him to deal with—Fan Feng!
"Come, come, come!"
Turning around, Zhang Qi raised the Thousand Soul Banner in his hand, gently swaying it while softly murmuring to himself, as if he were "coaxing" a child.
Fan Feng seemed to have lost her soul, slowly moving forward step by step under Zhang Qi's guidance. To an outsider, she might have appeared like a puppet.
"Hey, although her temper is a bit foul, she's definitely a beauty!"
Zhang Qi laughed as he reached out and grabbed a handful on Fan Feng's chest.
"Not bad, indeed not bad, good elasticity!"
Zhang Qi said this while kneading Fan Feng's chest a few more times.
"Mm!"
Zhang Qi was startled, his expression changing dramatically as Fan Feng's eyes flickered, as if she were about to wake up.
He quickly raised the flag in his hand and waved it rapidly in front of Fan Feng's eyes. After a while, her eyes finally closed halfway again, revealing only the whites of her eyes.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Zhang Qi wiped the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. He knew this was because his Thousand Soul Banner had not yet been fully refined. If Fan Feng woke up now, it would definitely lead to a dead end—she would undoubtedly pull out her gun and shoot him without hesitation!
Suddenly, Zhang Qi remembered that there was a spell in the broken book he had obtained earlier that used the Thousand Soul Banner to collect souls. He had always wanted to try it out to see if it really worked but had been afraid of being discovered, so he had hesitated. Now seemed like a good opportunity. The method was quite simple: make an incision at the Yintang point on a person's forehead and then insert the Thousand Soul Banner into it.
This is because the Yintang is the place where a person's essence, energy, and spirit gather, so to break the soul, one can start from the Yintang.
"Let's use you as a test subject first!"
Zhang Qi's eyes shifted as he picked up a small knife and walked in front of the Ancient Sorcerer. He made a cut on the Ancient Sorcerer's Yintang, and as blood flowed out, he immediately inserted the Thousand Soul Banner. The skulls that appeared intermittently on the banner seemed to have found something delicious, all rushing forward to lower their heads and drink.
With many skulls on the Thousand Soul Banner but limited blood flowing from the Ancient Sorcerer, those who moved slowly naturally couldn't get any. At first, it was fine, but gradually the skulls that were pushed to the back became "impatient," first pushing against those in front, and when that proved ineffective, they began to bite!
"Squeak squeak... ribbit ribbit..."
A strange sound erupted, reminiscent of termites gnawing on wood, making one's teeth ache.
"This... can't be true?"
Zhang Qi stared in shock at the skulls that surged forward like a swarm of locusts. Although he had forged the Thousand Soul Banner himself, he never knew that the skulls on it would compete to drink human blood like this.
The swirling black mist of the Thousand Soul Banner grew thicker and more condensed. Initially gaseous, it gradually transformed into a liquid state, resembling a pool of black water churning and flowing. The skulls also became smaller and floated within it, yet their features became clearer.
Everything seemed to grow rapidly as if consuming a powerful tonic.
Feeling the power on the Thousand Soul Banner increasing, Zhang Qi slowly became excited, a strange red light flickering in his eyes.
With forceful determination, Zhang Qi pushed the Thousand Soul Banner toward the Ancient Sorcerer's forehead while laughing maniacally: "Hehe~ After refining your soul, my Thousand Soul Banner will become even stronger! And there are so many people here! I wonder how powerful it will be after refining all their souls?"
Zhang Qi was so excited that his body trembled slightly. If he had known that directly "devouring" a person's soul would have such an effect, he would have acted much sooner; there would have been no need to use the altar to collect souls.
Previously, Zhang Qi's method of refining the Thousand Soul Banner involved using his own blood as a catalyst every day, combined with helping his students perform the Witch Dance and incorporating elements of worship and sacrifice. This way, he offered souls to the Thousand Soul Banner. This subtle and gradual approach was safe but yielded results very slowly. Now, however, the direct method of using the Thousand Soul Banner to "absorb" a person's soul was clearly much more effective; otherwise, the Thousand Soul Banner wouldn't be visibly "growing."
Zhang Qi's grip tightened, and the pole of the Thousand Soul Banner penetrated deeper into the Yintang area between the Ancient Sorcerer's eyebrows—now about one centimeter deep. The once hard Skull felt as soft as tofu at this moment; it only took a little force to push it in.
At some point, the Thousand Soul Banner began to tremble more violently, eventually emitting a series of cries. The buzzing sound resembled a bee buzzing loudly.
A layer of what seemed like oily black gas covered the surface of the Thousand Soul Banner. Each skull bizarrely grew flesh and skin, with teeth starting to form—some were male, some female, some young, some old… all were strange and varied.
"This is Shen Xiong… this is Fan Guang… this is Hu Hua… this is Zhong Tingting…"
The skulls that had grown flesh resembled real human heads; although small, their features were discernible. Zhang Qi was astonished to realize he could recognize each one. These people had once been his students or stars for whom he had choreographed dances. He was absorbing their souls through the Witch Dance.
Pain!
The Ancient Sorcerer's consciousness had already begun to fade, leaving him unaware of his surroundings. However, this piercing pain felt like a burning sensation on his heart, jolting him back to awareness!
Earlier, when he had encountered a similar loss of consciousness at Fang Ru's house, he had relied on the Four Divine Guardians to get through that crisis. At this moment, how could the Ancient Sorcerer afford to be negligent? Seizing this rare moment of clarity, he concentrated all his mental energy into Luo Tian!
Life and death hung by a thread!
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