Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

When the second guardian carefully looked back at the battlefield, he saw that the monster had fallen to the ground powerlessly, and its body was cut in half by Ling Xiao's sword. The blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, turning it into a shriveled and terrifying corpse. This scene made the second guardian feel a chill in his heart.

The second guardian's heart was filled with unprecedented panic. His soul seemed to have left his body and was floating in endless fear. The moment he turned around and fled, he knew that the heavy stone door of the hall was like paper to Ling Xiao, and there was no stopping power.

And the monster that he had placed high hopes on and thought could help him turn the tide of the battle had died tragically on the spot, turning into a pool of blood and flesh, which undoubtedly intensified his despair.

He did not dare to stop, let alone look back. He could only run as hard as he could towards the depths of the hall, with only one thought in his mind - escape, the farther the better, otherwise there would be only death waiting for him.

However, fate did not seem to let him go easily. Just as he was about to rush into the depths of the hall, thinking that he could temporarily escape Ling Xiao's pursuit, two icy cold rays suddenly cut through the air, with a heart-pounding whistle, and rushed straight towards him.

This sudden attack made the second guardian's heart tighten suddenly. He hurriedly mobilized all his spiritual power to avoid this fatal blow, but he was still a step slow.

The two cold rays fell on him accurately like the sickle of the god of death. The first cold ray, with a sharp sword energy, instantly cut off his left arm, and blood spurted out like a spring, staining his clothes red.

Under the severe pain, the second guardian almost fainted, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, not daring to slack off. Then, the second cold ray followed closely, leaving a shocking blood hole on his right shoulder, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes even more red.

The pain surged like a tide, almost drowning him, but the second guardian had no time to care about it. He knew very well that at this moment, every second of stagnation could be the boundary between life and death.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and continued to rush forward, every step he took was beyond the limit of his life. His heart was filled with desire for life, fear of death, and endless hatred for Ling Xiao.

He knew that as long as he could escape from this hall, as long as he could find a glimmer of hope, he would never give up.

However, the crisis was like a shadow, following him everywhere. Even if the second guardian did not dare to look back, the breath that made him palpitate was getting closer and closer. He knew very well that it was Ling Xiao, who was catching up with him with an unstoppable momentum.

Despair and unwillingness intertwined in his heart, but the instinct for survival made him unwilling to give up.

At this critical moment, the second guardian quickly took out a dark sphere from his arms. The surface of the sphere was flowing with a strange light, as if it contained some unspeakable power. He gritted his teeth and threw the black ball fiercely in the direction of Ling Xiao with all his strength.

The black ball cut through the air, and with a dull roar, it suddenly exploded in mid-air. In an instant, a thick black fog suddenly spread out like the breath of a devil, quickly covering Ling Xiao's figure.

In the black fog, it seemed that countless resentful souls were wailing, and the whole space was shrouded in a layer of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Just as the black fog was spreading, a pale and distorted face suddenly emerged from the depths of the black fog. Its eyes were empty, but it seemed to be able to see through the deepest fear of people's hearts.

The face pounced on Ling Xiao in an almost distorted posture, and its bloody mouth opened, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

However, facing this sudden horror scene, Ling Xiao's expression did not fluctuate at all. He seemed to not take it seriously at all, but just continued to rush forward indifferently.

As he exerted his full power of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, a powerful devouring force erupted from his body. The pale face that was originally baring its fangs and claws and intending to devour everything seemed so small and powerless in front of this force.

Only a shrill scream broke through the sky, and the pale face instantly collapsed under Ling Xiao's devouring power, turning into dots of light and dissipating into nothingness. The black fog also gradually dissipated, revealing Ling Xiao's cold and determined figure.

He was like a god of war returning from hell, ignoring all obstacles and continuing to chase the direction where the second guardian fled.

The Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, this shocking martial art, is so powerful that it is enough to shake the heaven and earth, devour all things, and the sun, moon and stars are no problem. It is precisely because of its domineering and unparalleled power that it is called "Demon Art".

According to legend, even the former leader of the Demon Sect, who was feared by all directions, only practiced this art to the sixth level, which was enough to stand out from the crowd on the Bai Ze Continent and be hard to beat.

As everyone knows, the true limit of the Heaven Devouring Demon Art is the unreachable ninth heaven. Once someone can cultivate to this level, they will have the terrifying power of swallowing the heavens and the earth and being omnipotent.

At this moment, the second guardian had already disappeared quickly in the intricate palace like a frightened bird. The speed of his escape was so fast that it was shocking. It was obvious that he had a deep fear of Ling Xiao's strength.

However, Ling Xiao was not an easy person to deal with? His figure flashed, and the Daluotian Demon Shadow was activated instantly. His figure turned into hundreds of demon shadows, each of which contained amazing speed and power. It shuttled through every corner like a ghost, not letting go of any possible escape route.

As Ling Xiao pursued, the entire Huangquan Bulao Mountain seemed to be shrouded by an invisible pressure, and the air was filled with tension and uneasiness.

Among the people in Huangquan Bulao Mountain, whether they were powerful warriors with profound cultivation or ordinary disciples, they all felt unprecedented panic at this moment.

They knew very well that the strength displayed by Ling Xiao had far exceeded their imagination. Once he found the second guardian, the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, the whole mountain gate was in panic, and busy and flustered figures could be seen everywhere, trying to find a glimmer of life under Ling Xiao's anger.

After all, although Huangquan Bulao Mountain is a force with a deep foundation, it is ultimately composed of warriors of all levels.

In addition to the high-ranking guardians and Huangquan generals, there are more warriors below the Tongtian realm. They either have shallow cultivation or pure hearts. Facing Ling Xiao, a powerful warrior with super strength and fierce momentum, they inevitably feel fear in their hearts and choose to avoid his edge and flee from the area that is about to become the center of the storm.

Their eyes are full of fear and helplessness, and their steps are hurried, as if they will fall into a place of no return if they are one step later.

Ling Xiao's eyes were cold and deep. He moved among the crowd like a cheetah moving through the grassland, ignoring the panicked escape of the ordinary disciples around him.