Chapter 1072 - Eighteen Peak Cities
With no other choice, Liu Wuxie pressed deeper into the Eastern Domain's heart.
If things truly reached a dead end, he might have to use faith energy to forcibly convert a few locals into devotees to extract information about the Barefooted Elder. But he loathed that path and reserved it only as a last resort.
Hovering midair, Liu Wuxie caught sight of several groups rapidly approaching from multiple directions, attempting to cut him off.
"Kill him!" a cold voice shouted. Without warning, a mysterious group burst out from the shadows and launched a ferocious assault.
Each of them was formidable, and no matter how Liu Wuxie tried to break away, they clung to him like shadows.
"You're all courting death!" Liu Wuxie roared.
He had held back earlier out of sympathy. But now, he realized he had been far too merciful. These people had no personal feud with him, yet were relentless in trying to kill him. There was no more room for hesitation.
With a thunderous palm strike, he sent hundreds flying.
Then, in a flash, he seized two men by the throat and dragged them in front of him.
Without wasting time, Liu Wuxie activated the Conversion Art, thrusting his soul force into their sea of consciousness. He aimed to forcibly transform them into his followers and glean the information he needed.
However, the moment the Conversion Art began to take hold, a violent surge of cursed energy erupted from within the two men. The soul conversion collapsed instantly, and the faith energy scattered like smoke.
The Conversion Art had failed.