Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

However, at this moment, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if blown away by a gust of wind. The next moment, his figure appeared in a blood mist, and the Heaven Devouring Demon Art had been activated.

In this blood mist, all the soul clan and Zhenhunfu warriors who were killed, their life essence was ruthlessly devoured by Ling Xiao, and turned into shriveled corpses.

These corpses lost their vitality and became like dead wood, and could no longer be used as scapegoats by the souls. Ling Xiao's move was undoubtedly the biggest blow to the souls, and his originally proud smile froze on his face in an instant.

At the same time, the dead on the Zhenmofu side were also collected by Ling Xiao in a mysterious way into the magic needle space.

Those warriors who might have become scapegoats for the souls also lost their value at this moment and were completely isolated from the battlefield by Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's series of actions not only demonstrated his strong strength, but also reflected his respect and cherishment for the lives of his comrades. He knew that on the battlefield, the bodies of every comrade were precious and should not be sacrificed or used easily.

"You!" Hun Ling's voice was full of disbelief and horror. His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and a deep despair flashed in his eyes.

All along, his greatest confidence was to be able to use the endless corpses on the battlefield as his scapegoats to escape death.

However, at this moment, this advantage that once made him extremely proud disappeared in an instant. Those corpses that were supposed to be his amulets were now all swallowed up by Ling Xiao and turned into nothingness.

Just like that, his confidence and his reliance disappeared in front of Ling Xiao. At this moment, Hun Ling's heart was full of powerlessness and despair, and he seemed to see his fate that was about to end.

Just when he was so shocked that he could hardly think, Ling Xiao had released 200 Heavenly Demon Shadow clones without hesitation, like a black cloud, killing him overwhelmingly.

Each of those clones exuded a powerful aura, as if they were all Ling Xiao's clones, and each of them was enough to pose a fatal threat to him.

Puff puff puff... A series of dull sounds echoed in the air, which were the sounds of the Heavenly Demon Shadow clones hitting the soul's body.

At this moment, except for the fact that the soul could be resurrected continuously, the rest had been completely suppressed by Ling Xiao. His speed, strength, and defense seemed so pale and powerless in front of Ling Xiao, like a fragile doll that could only be manipulated by Ling Xiao.

Today's Ling Xiao is no longer the young boy who had just started out and was immature.

His strength has improved by leaps and bounds and reached a height that people look up to. However, looking at the soul, his strength has not improved much and he is still standing still.

This directly led to the soul becoming Ling Xiao's target in this battle. In addition to being killed by Ling Xiao, he could do nothing.

At this moment, the soul was filled with fear and unwillingness. He knew that he had fallen into a desperate situation, but he was unwilling to give up so easily. However, no matter how he struggled, he could not change the fact that he had already lost.

"Save me--" The cry of the soul echoed in the empty battlefield, full of fear and despair. He knew that even if he had more chances to revive, he could not withstand such endless death.

Every death was a great torture to his spirit and will, making him feel unprecedented fear and helplessness.

However, at this moment, the situation on the battlefield has tended to be balanced. The various monsters were restraining each other and restraining each other, and it was difficult to spare the energy to rescue the soul. Their attention was focused on maintaining their own combat power and status, and they had no time to care about other things.

And those other soul clan warriors, although they sympathized with the soul in their hearts, did not dare to act rashly.

They knew that in front of Ling Xiao, they were just ants. If they were not careful, they would follow the footsteps of the soul and become the dead soul under Ling Xiao's sword. Therefore, they could only watch the soul struggling in despair, but they were powerless.

In just a moment, Hun Ling had died thousands of times. Each death made him weaker, until finally, he could no longer struggle and could only fall to the ground, letting Ling Xiao's bloodthirsty knife suck his blood and turn him into a dry corpse.

Ling Xiao picked up Hun Ling's body with the God-Slaying Sword, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

He shouted: "Mr. Qi, see, I have finally avenged your dead brothers." His voice echoed on the battlefield, full of justice and pride.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the embodiment of justice, seeking justice for those innocent brothers who died.

Ling Xiao's shout contained both mourning for the deceased and indignation for the enemy.

In the distance, Mr. Qi, who was fighting fiercely with Luosha's sister, glanced at Ling Xiao inadvertently, and tears suddenly filled his eyes.

Ling Xiao not only gave him unprecedented strength, but also killed the soul at the critical moment, avenging his innocent brothers who died.

At this moment, Mr. Qi's heart was filled with endless gratitude and admiration. He knew that he had made the right friend this time. Ling Xiao would be his lifelong friend.

Just as Mr. Qi was overwhelmed, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into a strange silence. The originally fierce fighting sounds and shouts seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible force at this moment, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the battlefield.

Many warriors stopped their actions and looked at the mummy of Hun Ling, who was held high on the tip of Ling Xiao's knife. The once arrogant young patriarch of the Soul Clan was now like a dead leaf swept by the autumn wind, hanging there lifelessly, which made people sigh.

Then, thunderous cheers broke out from the Demon Suppression Mansion. Every warrior waved his weapon with the joy of victory on his face.

They knew that Ling Xiao's action not only avenged his dead brothers, but also won unprecedented glory for the Demon Suppression Mansion.

On the other hand, the Soul Clan was miserable and their morale was extremely low. Hun Ling, who was once regarded as the future hope of the Soul Clan and a demon genius second only to the Heavenly Soul Saint and Hun Wuxu, died without any warning.

Moreover, he did not die at the hands of the famous Zhang Ruochen, but at the hands of the unknown Ling Xiao. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Soul Clan, making it difficult for them to accept this cruel reality.

The warriors of the Soul Clan looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and unwillingness.

They couldn't imagine that the soul that they once trusted and respected would end up like this.