Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The people around were all mixed up watching this scene. They knew that in this world where the strong are respected, strength is the root of everything. And the actions of the Demon Soul King undoubtedly proved this to them again.

The moment Ling Xiao's eyes came into contact with the bodies of the three main priests, they instantly lit up like the brightest stars in the night sky.

An indescribable excitement and excitement surged in his heart, because the three main priests were definitely super strong, and once their bodies were devoured by him, the benefits that could be brought were simply immeasurable.

However, Ling Xiao did not act immediately. He knew that he had just been promoted to the peak of the Hunyuan Realm. Although his strength was strong, it would take some time to settle and consolidate. If he was eager to devour the bodies of the three main priests at this moment, it would probably be counterproductive and not worth the loss.

So, he secretly decided to save the body first and use it when his strength was further improved and he needed to break through the bottleneck. That would definitely be a move that would get twice the result with half the effort.

Just as Ling Xiao was thinking about how to deal with the body, suddenly, a terrified cry came from the crowd: "Run!" Then, a group of people swayed and turned to flee.

Ling Xiao looked carefully and found that those people were from the Holy Hall and the rebels in the Soul Clan. Their faces were full of fear and despair, as if there were a flood and beast chasing them behind them.

Ling Xiao immediately understood that the three chief priests were the best among them. Now they were killed. If they stayed, they would probably die. These people were not stupid and naturally knew how to choose.

"Since I am out, I will not let you go. Stay." The voice of the Demon Soul King was cold and resolute, like the cold wind in the cold winter, piercing people's hearts.

His eyes flashed with a strange black light at this moment. It was a deep, cold, and powerful light, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world and look directly into the depths of people's souls.

As the words of the Demon Soul King fell, an invisible force suddenly spread out, like an invisible giant net, tightly covering all the Holy Temple warriors present.

Then, a shocking scene happened. Those Holy Temple warriors who were still standing fell to the ground one after another as if they were hit by an invisible giant hammer.

Their bodies looked intact, without any scars, but the breath of life completely dissipated at this moment. They were dead.

Yes, all dead. Including the blood knight who once made Ling Xiao and others feel extremely powerful, he also turned into a cold corpse at this moment. The entire battlefield instantly became dead silent, with only the cold laughter of the Demon Soul King echoing.

However, not everyone suffered misfortune in this catastrophe. Bai Yan and others, because they sensed the danger in advance, decisively chose to escape, so they were able to survive.

At this moment, they were in a very far place, where they could not see the battlefield, and felt the disappearance of countless people's breath through the token of the Holy Temple.

"Fortunately we ran fast, otherwise, we would have died." A Ke's voice was trembling. She only realized how correct Bai Yan's decision was at this moment.

If Bai Yan hadn't let them go at the critical moment, they would probably have stayed on this land forever like those temple warriors. Thinking of this, A Ke couldn't help but feel grateful and admired Bai Yan.

The Demon Soul King did not kill the rebels of the Soul Clan, but used his supreme soul technique to imprison them in place, unable to move.

His eyes then turned to Hun Huan and Hun Yu, and his tone was full of earnestness: "These traitors will be left to you to deal with. Remember, you two must unite closely and not be fooled by the evil schemes of the outside world. Some people don't want our Soul Clan to become strong, and they deliberately interfere and try to cause conflicts among us. You must not fall for their tricks."

After saying this, the figure of the Demon Soul King began to become blurred, as if shrouded in a layer of light mist. The mist gradually spread until it enveloped the entire space. In everyone's sight, the figure of the Demon Soul King gradually faded until it completely disappeared, as if he had never existed.

He really disappeared, completely disappeared from this world, leaving only a vast expanse of emptiness and silence.

"Senior Demon Soul King..." Ling Xiao stared at the place where the Demon Soul King disappeared, and an indescribable sense of loss surged in his heart.

Although the Demon Soul King had a strange temperament, sometimes cunning, sometimes indifferent, and even wanted to pit him at certain times, it is undeniable that the Demon Soul King had rescued him many times in critical moments and saved his life. Now, this senior who was both a teacher and a friend has left, and Ling Xiao can't help feeling a little sad and reluctant.

"Goodbye, we will meet again." Ling Xiao shouted silently in his heart. This sentence was both a farewell to the Demon Soul King and an expectation for his future.

His eyes were firm, and then he waved his hand gently, and put the huge corpse of the Blood Knight into the storage space.

He did not pay too much attention to those weaker enemies. After all, in Ling Xiao's eyes, the real opponents should be those who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him or surpass him.

"Is it over?" The noise on the battlefield gradually dissipated, leaving only this low question echoing in the air. Many people showed a dazed look on their faces, and they seemed to have not yet fully recovered from this sudden battle.

Corpses and blood covered the entire battlefield, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell of blood, which was nauseating. War, especially this kind of war without warning and inexplicable, is something no one wants to see. It only brings pain and sorrow, as well as endless destruction.

However, when the moment of the ceasefire finally came, people did not feel much joy in their hearts. They looked at the fallen companions around them, and their hearts were filled with grief and sorrow. These comrades who had fought side by side with them now closed their eyes forever and could never wake up again.

The corpses on the ground were shocking. Among them, there were rebels from the Holy Hall and the Soul Clan, as well as warriors from the Soul Clan and the Mansion of the Supreme Being. Most of the surviving Soul Clan and the Mansion of the Supreme Being warriors were also seriously injured and dying. Their faces were full of fatigue and despair, and they were obviously unable to fight again.

The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence, and only the occasional faint groaning broke the suffocating tranquility. People stood there silently, looking at the land stained with blood, their hearts filled with complicated emotions.

"Will the Holy Church come back?" This question weighed heavily on everyone's heart like a huge rock. Someone raised this question worriedly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.