Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

However, as the battle progressed, the situation changed dramatically. The crisis shifted to the enemy, while they were unexpectedly in a relatively safe position.

Hua Shan, Bai Sha, Liu Hu, Liu Bao and Hua Guduo joined forces to deal with Luosha sister alone, without any pressure. Although Luosha sister was strong, she seemed powerless in front of the tacit cooperation and strong strength of the five of them, and gradually fell into a passive position.

They couldn't help but feel grateful and admired Ling Xiao.

If Ling Xiao hadn't stepped forward at the critical moment, dragged the masked youth with his own strength, and bought them precious time, today's battle would never have been so easy.

Ling Xiao's bravery and wisdom made them deeply admire him, and also strengthened their determination to fight side by side with Ling Xiao.

At this time, Ling Xiao raised his foot and walked towards Luosha sister, his steps were firm and powerful, and his eyes were full of determination and murderous intent.

He had only one thought in his mind, that is, to kill all these souls and avenge Mr. Qi and those sacrificed companions. His figure looked particularly tall on the battlefield, like a fearless god of war, vowing to completely destroy all obstacles.

Although Mr. Qi was fortunately saved by him, his body was already disabled and he could no longer gallop on the battlefield like before.

And several other brave warriors were killed by these cruel souls. Their sacrifice was like a heavy blow, deeply imprinted in Ling Xiao's heart.

Whenever he thought of these heroes who bravely sacrificed their lives to protect the border of the Demon Suppression Mansion, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with endless anger and grief. He knew that if he didn't kill a few souls, how could he be worthy of these warriors who gave their lives to protect the Demon Suppression Mansion?

"It's enough, the two Rakshasa demons!"

Just when Ling Xiao's heart was stirring with the flame of revenge, a lazy and confident voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield. This voice seemed to carry an invisible force, which made Ling Xiao stop involuntarily and cast his eyes towards the source of the voice.

Then, a young man in a black robe slowly descended from the sky. His face was as delicate as a sculpture, his eyes were bright, and his temperament was extraordinary. He landed beside the masked young man, and the two stood side by side, like a pair of comrades-in-arms with a tacit understanding.

After seeing this young man, the two Rakshasa demons instantly showed excitement on their faces. They withdrew from the battle and returned to the young man. Their eyes were full of awe and worship, as if this young man was the god in their hearts, who could lead them to victory.

Ling Xiao stared at the young man intently. He could feel that the breath emanating from the young man was more terrifying and powerful than that of the masked young man.

This breath was like an invisible huge wave, which made Ling Xiao feel unprecedented pressure and threat. He understood that the appearance of this young man undoubtedly added more variables and challenges to this battle.

"Hun Wuxu?"

Ling Xiao frowned tightly. This name was like a huge stone thrown into his calm heart lake, stirring up layers of waves. He stared at the young man in front of him with extraordinary temperament and a faint smile, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I'm quite famous." Hun Wuxu smiled lightly, and his smile seemed to hide endless deep meaning.

He shook his head gently, and his eyes fell on Ling Xiao, with a trace of regret: "You are a promising talent with good strength and potential. However, unfortunately, you are not a member of the Soul Clan. In this world where blood is respected, you must die."

After saying that, Hun Wuxu did not make any move, but just glanced at Ling Xiao lightly. However, this glance seemed to contain endless power, making Ling Xiao instantly feel as if his whole body was imprisoned by invisible shackles, and even the slightest movement became extremely difficult.

"Die!"

Hun Wuxu spoke again, his voice was cold and resolute, as if he had sentenced Ling Xiao to death.

However, at this critical moment, a vigorous figure suddenly rushed out from behind Ling Xiao, as fast as a cheetah. This figure held a long spear, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and stabbed into the void in front of Ling Xiao with lightning speed.

Boom!

A loud noise echoed on the battlefield. This sudden attack actually collided with Hun Wuxu's terrible soul attack.

The two forces intertwined and collided in the air, bursting out dazzling light and strong energy fluctuations. Surprisingly, this spear actually successfully blocked Hun Wuxu's seemingly impeccable soul attack, winning a glimmer of life for Ling Xiao.

"Zhang Ruochen, you are not dead yet." Hun Wuxu frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise and displeasure in his eyes. He stared at the ragged and bloodstained young man in front of him, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Zhang Ruochen, who was once known as the first genius of the Demon Suppression House, the leader and role model of Hua Shan and others, now stood there like a rag doll, ragged, covered with wounds, and even exposed bones in some places, looking extremely miserable.

However, although he looked seriously injured, his eyes were still bright and firm, flashing with unyielding fighting spirit.

"Haha, although I am not as good as you, it is not that easy for me to die." Zhang Ruochen smiled with difficulty. His voice was weak and hoarse, but every word was full of power. He raised his head slightly. Although his body was exhausted, the light in his eyes did not diminish at all, as if to tell Hun Wuxu that he still had the strength to fight.

Hun Wuxu looked at Zhang Ruochen's resolute eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head slightly, as if he was a little surprised by Zhang Ruochen's tenacity, but more of it was disdain and contempt.

"Interesting, then today, I will kill you and them together, I want to see how many times you can survive!" His voice was cold and resolute, as if he had made up his mind to turn everything in front of him into nothingness.

After saying that, Hun Wuxu's figure shook slightly, and a strong breath emanated from him, sweeping across the battlefield like a storm. His eyes were full of murderous intent and determination, as if he wanted to destroy everything under his anger.

And Zhang Ruochen, despite being seriously injured, still straightened his back and prepared to face this final decisive battle.

Hun Wuxu smiled coldly, and the soul power surrounding him began to surge, obviously ready to attack again and give Ling Xiao and Zhang Ruochen a fatal blow. However, at this extremely tense moment, something unexpected happened.

Sister Luosha, who was standing beside him, had a face that was once cold and beautiful, but now it was twisted in pain. She suddenly screamed, her voice shrill, breaking through the noise of the battlefield.

I like Tyrant Martial Spirit.