Chapter 877: A Good Idea

Boom! Elder Li's body vanished into a spray of blood mist, shredded by the surging sword aura that filled the sky. Benjamin Shaw clenched his fingers in the air; lightning gathered to his palm. From within the drifting red fog, he plucked out a struggling soul. The soul battered against the cage of lightning, veering left and right, yet could not break free. The bolts were pitch-black, a darkness threaded with the law of annihilation. Even the soul of a third-tier Saint, trapped in that net, would...