Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Each of these white-robed warriors exuded a powerful aura. Their appearance undoubtedly added new variables to this already fierce battle.

The next moment, screams rose and fell on the battlefield.

Whether it was the Soul Clan or the Condensation Realm warriors from the Demon Suppression Mansion, they all seemed to be stared at by the invisible god of death. They fell one after another, and the fire of life was extinguished in despair. The blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong blood and sadness.

In an instant, more than a dozen strong men had died, their bodies fell to the ground powerlessly, and the former glory and honor disappeared at this moment.

This sudden change shocked both sides. They stopped fighting each other and turned their eyes to those mysterious white-robed warriors, their eyes full of doubts and fear.

Hun Huan's face was ashen. He looked at those white-robed warriors in shock and confusion, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, his voice trembling: "Third High Priest, why is this happening!" His words were full of anger and unwillingness. He knew the identity of the person who had made the move. He was the third high priest who held a high position in their Soul Clan, but he did not expect that he would make a move against him at this critical moment.

At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly sounded from a distance, with endless ridicule and complacency in the laugh, as if everything was under control. As the laugh sounded, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the space, his steps light and calm, as if he was walking in an empty void.

The middle-aged man wore a red crown, which was inlaid with brilliant gems and flashed with dazzling light.

He wore a red robe with complex patterns embroidered on it, revealing a mysterious and solemn atmosphere. He held a thick red book in his hand, which was thicker than the bricks, as if it contained endless knowledge and power.

His appearance made everyone present feel an invisible pressure, a tremor from the depths of the soul, which made people feel awe and fear involuntarily.

The middle-aged man's eyes swept across the whole scene, revealing a kind of indifference and disdain, as if in his eyes, these lives were just insignificant ants.

Behind this middle-aged man, like a silver torrent, a group of warriors wearing silver armor appeared.

These armors are exquisitely designed, and every detail reveals the extraordinary forging process. The silver-white holy swords in their hands shine with cold and holy light under the moonlight, as if they can cut off all the evil in the world.

Their whole bodies are covered by a layer of white light, which is a symbol of holy power, making their figures appear more sacred and inviolable.

The red cloaks on their shoulders fluttered gently in the wind, like burning flames, adding a bit of enthusiasm and passion to the silver team, and the overall look is both cool and powerful.

"Third High Priest, why did you attack our Soul Clan?" Hun Huan's voice was low and powerful. He stared at the third high priest in a red robe, his face gloomy as if water could drip out.

There was both anger and confusion in his eyes. He didn't understand why the Holy Hall, which had cooperated with their Soul Clan, wanted to kill them now.

The people of the Holy Hall had promised to help them take down the Demon Suppression Mansion. This should have been a win-win cooperation, but now, the people of the Holy Hall attacked them as well, which made Hun Huan unacceptable. His heart was full of doubts and unwillingness. He didn't understand what kind of conspiracy and calculation was hidden behind this.

"Stupid, don't you understand how shameless these guys in the Holy Hall are?" Long Yingtian's voice exploded in Hun Huan's ears, full of sarcasm and disdain.

There was anger and disappointment in his eyes, as if he was deeply saddened by Hun Huan's ignorance. "Back then, they relied on selling out the interests of Bai Ze Continent in exchange for their lofty status on this continent today. You actually naively expect them to help you sincerely?"

Long Yingtian's tone was full of deep hatred and contempt for the Holy Hall. Every word he said was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Hun Huan's heart.

The historical truth revealed in his words made Hun Huan feel a little frightened. He had never thought that there were such dirty deals and conspiracies hidden behind the Holy Hall.

"It's already this time, let me out!" Long Yingtian's voice suddenly became urgent and serious. He knew that the current situation had far exceeded the grievances between them. "This is no longer a battle between us. If you don't let me out, we may all die here!"

Long Yingtian's eyes were fixed on Hun Huan, his eyes were full of urgency and expectation, as if waiting for Hun Huan's final decision.

Hun Huan was a little stunned for a while, his heart was full of confusion and struggle, but soon, he found the answer from Long Yingtian's words.

He knew that Long Yingtian was right. The people of the Holy Temple were always fickle and treacherous. Hun Huan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that the current situation did not allow him to hesitate or hesitate.

Over there, the third high priest had a cold smile on his face, which was full of contempt and disdain for Hun Huan.

He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as the wind: "Hun Huan, if you are our dog and we are our subjects, we may be able to spare your life and not touch you. But do you really think that your little tricks can be hidden from the eyes of the Holy Hall? You, the Soul Clan, are ambitious and want to become the second Demon Sect and rule this continent. Humph, the Holy Hall will never agree. Therefore, the Soul Clan should be destroyed!"

The words of the third high priest were full of determination and murderous intent. Every word he said was like a cold blade, piercing deeply into the heart of Hun Huan. There was a cold light in his eyes, as if he had seen the end of the Soul Clan.

Then, he changed the subject, with a hint of temptation in his tone:

"Of course, our Holy Temple does not kill innocent people indiscriminately. We will not kill those soul clansmen who are willing to be our dogs for life. Now, all soul clansmen listen carefully, as long as you join forces to kill your clan leader Hun Huan, I will give you a chance to live. This is your only chance to survive, so take it well!"

The words of the third high priest echoed on the battlefield, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the soul clan members.

They showed fear, struggle, and hesitation on their faces. They knew that this was a difficult choice. On the one hand, they were loyal to the Holy Temple and betrayed their clan leader in exchange for a glimmer of life; on the other hand, they were loyal and lived and died with the clan leader, but they might face the fate of extermination.