At this moment, Evan Yang was even more delighted than if he had obtained some immortal artifact. After all, these souls could freely combine and attach themselves to any artifact he wished.
With this excitement, Evan Yang flew for several days and soon broke through into the high-level region.
After entering the high-level region, Evan immediately felt the pressure from the yin souls.
"High-level yin souls—the strongest can surpass an entire major realm." Evan still remembered what Elder Mu had said, so he dared not be careless at all. Even with his greatly increased strength, he couldn't afford to joke around.
Moreover, the density of yin souls in this high-level region was rather low. You could only spot one after some distance, as if they naturally restrained each other. If another entered their territory, it was like they'd be devoured immediately.
Evan's arrival undoubtedly disrupted the yin souls at the outskirts of the high-level region; each one turned bright red all over.
"Let's catch one and test it out." Evan started targeting a high-level yin soul, which wasn't about to back down. As Evan released his Sacred Flame, the soul darted around quickly, dodging his attacks.
"Dodge? Let's see how you dodge this!" Evan sneered, then sped up. Very soon, his Sacred Flame touched the high-level yin soul.
Unfortunately, when Evan touched it, the Sacred Flame proved strong enough—burning it to nothing. Not only did he fail to capture it, even its gaseous form vanished.
"Looks like I can't use Sacred Flame attacks." Evan realized that Sacred Flame was their nemesis—once it touched them, they'd be burned away completely.
Evan Yang decided to attack, aiming to wound the yin soul. After walking a bit further, he encountered another high-level yin soul and grinned, "You’re next."
He flashed forward, and the high-level yin soul dodged quickly as well. Since they had no physical form, their bodies flickered like shadows, evading Evan’s attacks. Not only that, they could also attack Evan with qi.
When Evan tried to strike them, his blows passed straight through their bodies. He realized they were just phantoms—his hand went right through, and the high-level yin soul seized the opportunity, lunging at him with both hands.
Evan quickly retreated and muttered, "Looks like physical attacks won’t work." He now understood that his fists and daggers couldn’t harm these incorporeal yin souls.
But their attack style gave Evan an idea.
"You think only you can use qi? I can too!" Evan snorted coldly.
He switched to qi attacks and fought the yin soul. Since qi couldn’t be stacked like his physical attacks, his offensive power was weaker. Luckily, the high-level yin soul he was facing wasn’t too strong, so Evan quickly wounded it and then sealed it inside his Soul-Locking Pouch.
"Done," Evan sighed.
After this direct fight with a high-level yin soul, Evan summed up his experience: these yin souls couldn’t be harmed by physical attacks like fists or daggers, only by aftershocks or qi—and even Sacred Flame couldn’t be used.
But with aftershocks or qi, Evan couldn’t unleash his usual multiplicative force—his attacks were only a bit stronger than a typical early Spirit-God cultivator, at best about equal to a mid-stage Spirit-God’s power.
"One down. Time to catch another." Evan took a deep breath after analyzing his approach, then targeted his next yin soul.
Because his attack methods were limited, every battle with a high-level yin soul dragged on for ages. He had to rely on speed, striking when they couldn’t react.
Using this method dozens of times, Evan managed to capture dozens of yin souls.
"A hundred thousand points means I need a thousand souls. Keep going." Evan glanced at the Soul-Locking Pouch full of high-level yin souls and muttered to himself.
Night fell while Evan was battling a high-level yin soul. Suddenly, its power surged.
"Not good—the one-hour night has begun!" Evan exclaimed in alarm.
He was immediately hit by the yin soul’s frenzied attacks, its speed increasing sharply. Fortunately, Evan had the Tri-Born Soul Trio attached to his Fly-Fire Boots, letting him narrowly avoid getting clawed.
Only after an hour, when the soul’s power dropped again, did Evan finally capture it.
"Thirty souls in one day—way too slow," Evan muttered.
If others heard Evan’s complaints, they’d want to skin him alive. High-level yin souls are notoriously hard to capture—especially since their power spikes at night. Most people hide until morning, but Evan would fight for an hour and then strike hard.
That’s why it took them ten days to finally catch up to Evan. Until just now, they’d been complaining about where he’d gone.
Seeing Evan locked in a tough fight with a yin soul, the youth and his companions smirked, then ordered everyone to split up and slowly surround Evan’s location.
They had barely gotten close when Evan noticed them.
“Fiend Realm?” Evan was surprised when he recognized them.
He’d only noticed them because he kept multiple strands of divine sense monitoring his surroundings.
Evan knew his situation: if those people got close, he’d be tangled up with both the yin soul and his enemies. So he unleashed Sacred Flame, instantly devouring the yin soul he’d been fighting.
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Seeing Evan dispatch a high-level yin soul, the youth realized Evan might try to escape and shouted, “Charge!”
Soon, everyone rushed in from all directions, closing in on Evan.
But Evan didn’t flee—he stood there, waiting for them to approach.
“Kid, you’re not running?” the youth asked, surprised.
“Why would I run?” Evan replied with a smile.
“Arrogant brat! But today you’ll pay for it with your life.” The youth laughed, then gave the order. Nearly twenty people attacked Evan all at once.
Evan noticed several among them were strong. If he fought them head-on, he’d lose for sure—so with a burst of speed, he cut down all the weaker ones with his dagger.
He returned to his position.
Boom—ten bodies fell. The sudden turn shocked the youth and his group.
Among the ten corpses, some were from the Fiend Realm, others from the Fenn Family—all only early Spirit-God level.
Even Northcliff avoided death, but he was wounded by Evan’s attack—his arm was bleeding.
“Li, Vice-Captain, take him down!” the youth shouted angrily.
Li, Vice-Captain, was one of the stronger ones. He signaled to the others, blocking Evan on four sides, then launched an attack.
“Working together?” Evan was shocked—their strength clearly surpassed the Divine Spirit Realm.
Li’s palm struck Evan’s back with a thunderous impact.
Evan didn’t die—instead, Li was knocked back, stunning everyone. That defense was terrifying.
Evan laughed inwardly, “Having the souls attached boosts my Immortal artifact’s defense.”
Li, Vice-Captain, realized that even though he hadn’t used full force, eighty percent was enough to kill a Spirit-God Great-Perfection cultivator. Evan was only early Spirit-God. He declared, “He must have an Immortal artifact!”
Li’s words shocked everyone, especially the youth, whose eyes flashed with greed.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Evan sneered.
“Damn it.” The youth knew that to capture Evan and seize his treasures, they’d have to break his defense first.
Li’s expression shifted, then he snorted, “Strong defense? Watch our Four-Direction Cross-Kill!”
Li and three others took up the corners, each summoning a long spear.
These spears weren’t simple—even if not Immortal-grade, they were at least profound-grade.
The youth didn’t know what the four were planning, but the sudden surge of powerful aura attacking Evan made him confident.
Evan hadn’t expected the four spears to be so strange. As soon as they appeared, it was like he was pinned in place, waiting to be skewered by all four.
“Kid, you’re stuck. This is the Cross-Kill—combining all four of our power.” Li, Vice-Captain, sneered.
“Cross-Kill? What kind of spear array is this!” Evan raged. Right now, he couldn’t move at all—not even his Soaring Sky Dance Steps.
“Combined. Kill. Strike!” The four ignored Evan’s struggles and chanted in unison.
As soon as they finished chanting, the spears shot from their hands, stabbing into Evan at incredible speed.
“Pfft.” Evan spat blood. This was a combined strike from four experts beyond Spirit-God Realm. The attack was immense—even with Immortal artifact defense, his body inside still took the brunt of the impact.
The Immortal artifact was unharmed and even weakened some of the attack, but Evan was now bleeding onto the ground, his aura dropping.
“Damn it, who are you people!” Evan noticed none of the four had the Fiend Realm’s unique marks and was furious.
“Want to know who we are? Dream on!” Li, Vice-Captain, laughed, seeing Evan wounded and unable to escape.
The four spears quickly returned to their hands. Li, Vice-Captain, said, “Cripple your cultivation and we’ll spare your life. Otherwise, you’ll taste our Cross-Kill again.”
“You won’t say, huh? Once I find out later, you’d better be ready for my revenge!” Evan growled.
The soul was finally wounded enough for Evan to seal it in the Soul-Locking Pouch.
He collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
The pursuit group rushed over, surrounding Evan.
Evan looked up, his face pale.
"Hand over the soul," the leader demanded coldly.
Evan sneered, "Come and get it if you dare."
The group hesitated, wary of Evan’s power.
"He’s still dangerous," someone whispered.
Evan slowly stood up, holding the Soul-Locking Pouch.
The group kept their distance, watching him warily.