Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The illusory figure of the Heavenly Soul's true body seemed to be everywhere, and every attack was like the sickle of the god of death, which could bring great threats to the Blood Knights.

This also meant that they would face continuous casualties in the future. Under the constant entanglement of the Heavenly Soul's true body, the morale of the Blood Knights began to collapse, and their originally solid defense line became full of loopholes.

And the cooperation between Long Chen and Ling Xiao reached a perfect level.

Almost every time the Heavenly Soul's true body successfully controlled a Blood Knight, Long Chen would appear beside the Blood Knight just like a ghost, with the weapon in his hand flashing cold light, and kill him without hesitation.

Their cooperation was tacit, as if they had practiced countless times, and every shot was accurate and deadly.

A trace of panic began to appear on the faces of the Blood Knights. This battle was very different from their original idea.

Originally, they were confident that as long as they launched an attack, they could easily break through the Chaos Demon City like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves and wipe out these rebels. However, reality gave them a heavy slap in the face.

Their companions kept falling, and the casualties were heavy.

However, the other side, relying on the solid defense formation of Chaos Demon City, stood firm like a copper wall. So far, only a few insignificant pawns have died, and such a casualty ratio is unacceptable to them.

There are many strong people in the Condensation Realm among them, which is a very important existence in the world of cultivation. However, in this battle, the strong people in the Condensation Realm also seemed so fragile, and people kept falling.

"How is this possible?" The blood knights were full of doubts and fear, "When did the Condensation Realm become so vulnerable?" They began to doubt their own strength and even began to question the meaning of this battle.

On the other side, Ling Xiao's body was fighting side by side with Long Yingtian, fighting against the thirteen black-robed priests together.

Their battle was extremely fierce, and every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening roar. Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian cooperated tacitly, and their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, like two lightning bolts, constantly launching fierce attacks on the black-robed priests.

To be honest, if Ling Xiao relied on his body alone, he was no match for the thirteen black-robed priests. Although he tried his best, he could only help Long Yingtian relieve some of the burden at most. This battle situation really gave him a headache.

He frowned, his eyes revealing determination and anxiety.

He knew very well that the enemy was far more than the people in front of him, and the threats hidden in the dark were countless. If he didn't kill a few more black-robed priests before the enemy fully paid attention to them, the battle later would be more difficult and troubles would follow.

However, the current situation was extremely dangerous. The thirteen black-robed priests suppressed them firmly like a copper wall and iron wall. Not only could Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian not kill each other, but they might fall into a life-and-death crisis at any time.

Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, and every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening roar and sparks, and the scene was thrilling.

Ling Xiao's heart was full of urgency, and he kept reminding himself to stay calm and look for a breakthrough. But the black-robed priests were too powerful. Their attacks were like a storm, making it difficult for Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian to resist.

"Humph! Not enough!" The fourth chief priest watched the battlefield coldly, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger. According to his expectations, they should be able to easily crush and bloodbath the Demon Suppression Mansion, but the current situation is completely beyond his expectations.

He clenched his fists, his eyes revealed a sinister and resolute look. He knew that if the situation could not be changed as soon as possible, their plan would be seriously hindered.

"I didn't expect that even the black-robed priests couldn't do it... Well, well, then let's go to the black knight!" The voice of the fourth chief priest echoed on the battlefield, with a hint of unwillingness and determination. He roared, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger and helplessness in his heart.

With his roar, twelve black shadows flashed out from the dark like ghosts. They were black knights, who were as powerful as the black-robed priests, but were more adept at close combat. Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, like twelve black lightning bolts, which made people feel cold.

Each of these twelve black knights had extremely terrifying combat power. Their eyes revealed endless murderous intent and coldness, as if they wanted to kill all the creatures in front of them.

Looking at the entire Demon Suppression Mansion, the only ones who could compete with them were Hun Yu, Long Yingtian, Hun Huan, Lu Shi, and Cheng Shifei.

They were powerful, but they could only barely hold on in front of the black knights. And the rest of them couldn't even beat the black knights one-on-one, and such a gap made people feel desperate.

The huge pressure came like a mountain, and a breath of despair suddenly appeared on the side of the Demon Suppression Mansion. Those monks who originally held a glimmer of hope had dimmed the light in their eyes at this time, and the little hope that had just been born seemed to have been shattered at this moment.

They looked at the black knights, and their hearts were filled with powerlessness and fear. They knew that the gap between them and these black knights was too big and they could not compete at all. Such a despair spread in the Demon Suppression Mansion, making people feel heavy and depressed.

However, in this despair, there are also people who silently persist. They know that even if there is little hope, they cannot give up. Because as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is possible to create a miracle.

"Don't worry about others, go kill Ling Xiao, make sure to kill that kid." The voice of the fourth chief priest was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to carry endless murderous intent. His order was like the judgment of the god of death, making everyone present feel a piercing chill.

As the order of the fourth chief priest was issued, the twelve black knights were like twelve black whirlwinds, holding black spears, and killing Ling Xiao with the sound of whistling wind.

They were extremely fast, shuttling through the battlefield like ghosts, leaving black afterimages wherever they passed.

On the battlefield, countless people looked at this scene in despair and worry.

Their eyes were full of helplessness and fear, as if they had seen Ling Xiao's figure about to fall. Those monks who originally held a glimmer of hope had their hopes completely shattered at this time.

The thirteen demon generals wanted to help, and their hearts were full of anxiety and anger. However, they were still being suppressed by the Holy Sword Knights and could not get away at all. They struggled hard on the battlefield, but the Holy Sword Knights were too powerful for them to break through.

Qi Gongzi, Zhang Ruochen and others also wanted to help, their eyes revealed determination and resoluteness. However, the countless troops surged like a tide, giving them no chance at all.