As he spoke, countless tendrils of smoke, like tree roots taking hold in the earth, invaded the twisted soul of the ancient dwarf. His soul had already been void-transformed by his worship of the ancient gods, lacking any power to resist the touch of darkness, and didn't even have the chance to react as a normal dwarf's soul would.
Of course, unless one's strength in life greatly surpassed Li Yao's, there would be no resistance in the state of the soul.
Li Yao's spirit trembled, and a vast surge of spiritual power flowed towards him. Using the Touch of Darkness, Li Yao separated the useless information and random thoughts at a speed many times faster than watching a movie. Countless images flashed simultaneously. Fortunately, it was spiritual power; the eyes would not be able to catch up at all. Only a divine-level spiritual power like Li Yao's could achieve this, otherwise, one could only see vague fragments.
