399 Communicating: Part 1

The blade in Lin Sheng's hand was glowing in white. It turned into a hurricane, ravaged the army of dark spirits. Every revolution of the blade would kill a few dozen dark spirits. No one could stop him.

The dark spirits were the best when it came to soul abilities, but it was useless against Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng had lost count of how many soul powers he had devoured. But he had absorbed the memory fragments of several commanders in his dreams. So attacking him was akin to attacking all the creatures he had summoned.