Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's heart was full of contradictions and struggles. He knew that although the Demon Soul King's power was powerful, once it was used, it would completely disappear and never return.

However, there is no other way now. Without the Demon Soul King, no one can kill the three chief priests. Instead, they will all die.

But once the Demon Soul King appears, everything will become different. Ling Xiao's heart was filled with anticipation and tension. He stared straight ahead, waiting for that decisive moment.

boom!

The terrifying demonic intent instantly swept across the entire battlefield, like an invisible giant wave, drowning everyone in it. Black clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the sun. The space between heaven and earth suddenly became dark, and even the air became heavy and oppressive.

Everyone felt a bone-chilling chill, as if they were in an ice cellar.

Just when this demonic intention reached its peak, an old man suddenly appeared next to Ling Xiao. He was wearing a black robe, with long hair hanging over his shoulders, and his eyes were cold and forbidding, as if he could see into the deepest fear and despair in people's hearts.

Just one look seems to freeze one's soul and make one feel in awe.

The appearance of the old man made the atmosphere on the battlefield even more tense.

He stood quietly beside Ling Xiao, like a majestic mountain, giving people an unshakable sense of firmness. His eyes shone with a profound light, as if he had seen through the fate of the three chief priests.

"Who?" There was a hint of vigilance and uneasiness in the voice of the three chief priests. His eyes were firmly fixed on the demonic shadow, and his face looked a little unsightly. He could clearly feel the powerful aura emanating from the other party. It was a heart-stopping force, as if it could easily crush him to pieces.

"Baby, don't you even recognize me?" The Demon Soul King's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of contempt and ridicule. His eyes sparkled with memories, as if he had returned to that war-torn era, the decisive battle that decided the fate of the Holy Church and the Demon Sect.

"That's right, your Holy Church doesn't dare to face the history of that year. Without the help of outsiders, how could your Holy Church defeat our Demon Sect."

There was a hint of reluctance and regret in the Demon Soul King's words. He knew very well what that decisive battle meant to the Demon Sect, and he also understood why the Holy Church had kept secret about that period of history. His eyes flashed with complex emotions, including nostalgia for the past and expectations for the future.

"You...you are the Demon Soul King!" At this time, Hun Huan's voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, with a hint of shock and awe in his voice.

He is well aware of the identity and status of the Demon Soul King. In the Soul Clan, the Demon Soul King is an ancestor-level figure. Even today, the portrait of the Demon Soul King is still treasured in the Soul Clan’s secret vault. The clan leader must worship the Demon Soul King's portrait before he can officially perform his duties, otherwise he will not be recognized.

Hun Huan's words made everyone around him look shocked, and they all turned their attention to the Demon Soul King, as if they were looking at a legendary figure.

The Demon Soul King glanced at Hun Huan indifferently, his deep eyes seemed to contain endless years and vicissitudes.

"It's me... I didn't expect that the Soul Clan would fall to this level today." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of unnoticeable sigh. A complicated look appeared on the Demon Soul King's face, which included nostalgia for the past and helplessness for the current situation.

"The Demon Lord said back then that the Soul Clan has powerful talents and terrifying power, and is inherently more powerful than the Human Race." There was a hint of pride in the Demon Soul King's words, as if he was recalling those glorious years.

However, his tone soon turned to regret, "But the Soul Clan thought too much and was not united enough, which led to division and internal strife, which is still the case today, alas..."

After hearing the Demon Soul King's words, Hun Huan's face became extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of shame and self-blame.

He lowered his head deeply, as if he was apologizing to the Demon Soul King and the entire Soul Clan. His heart was filled with regret, regret that he had not been able to prevent the decline of the Soul Clan, and regret that he had not been able to lead the Soul Clan to glory.

Hun Yu also stood there blankly, her eyes empty and confused, as if she was thinking about something.

Her heart was filled with shock and confusion. She didn't understand why the Demon Soul King appeared here. All fighting seemed to have stopped at this moment, and a depressing and heavy atmosphere filled the air.

The people around also stopped what they were doing, and their eyes turned to the Demon Soul King, as if waiting for his next instruction. After all, the moment the Demon Soul King appeared was too shocking. His demonic intent swept across the entire battlefield like a violent storm, making everyone feel unprecedented pressure.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into silence, with only the low and hoarse voice of the Demon Soul King echoing in the air, as if telling an ancient and legendary story.

In the distance, the battlefield was filled with smoke and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Bai Yan's eyes wandered through the chaos, and finally settled on the two confronting figures in the distance, and his brows furrowed involuntarily. He quickly turned his head and looked at A'ke beside him, with an unmistakable urgency in his voice: "Slip away, something is not good here."

Hearing this, Akko had a look of confusion on her face. Her eyes were still fixed on the battlefield, especially the three chief priests who fought bravely.

"But senior brother, the battle is not over yet. The three chief priests are so strong, how could they lose?" There was a bit of confusion and unwillingness in her voice, and she was obviously unwilling to leave just now.

Bai Yan looked at A Ke deeply, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He understood that it was not easy for the young A Ke to give up the fight, but the current situation did not allow for any hesitation.

"You don't understand," he whispered, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "He is the Demon Soul King. Even if only one ten-thousandth of his power is left, he is not as powerful as we can imagine. Go, it will be too late if we don't go."

After saying that, Bai Yan turned and ran, his figure seemed particularly agile in the flying flames of war. A Ke looked at Bai Yan's departing back, and although she was unwilling in her heart, she finally gritted her teeth and followed him. Several other young people who followed Bai Yan followed suit. They quietly slipped away, trying to avoid the fierce confrontations on the battlefield as much as possible.

At this time, everyone on the battlefield was as attracted by a magnet, paying close attention to the confrontation between the two powerful men, the Demon Soul King and the Three Priests. Every move and every exchange of eyes touched everyone's heartstrings.

In this tense and intense atmosphere, Bai Yan and others' quiet departure seemed to be covered by an invisible curtain, and did not attract anyone's attention.

Hun Wuxu, the powerful man who enjoyed the title of "evildoer" in the Soul Clan, also noticed the subtle changes on the battlefield at this critical moment.