However, at this moment, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, as if blown away by a gust of wind. The next moment, his figure had appeared in a blood mist, and the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique had been activated.
In this blood mist, the life essences of all the killed soul clansmen and Soul-Zhenfu warriors were ruthlessly devoured by Ling Xiao, turning them 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 hand was undoubtedly the biggest blow to the souls, and his original proud smile instantly froze on his face.
At the same time, all the dead in the Demon Suppressing Mansion were taken into the Demon Needle space by Ling Xiao in a mysterious way.
Those warriors who might have become the scapegoats of souls have lost their use value at this moment and have been completely isolated from this battlefield by Ling Xiao.
This series of actions by Ling Xiao not only demonstrated his great strength, but also reflected his respect and cherishment of the lives of his comrades. He knew that on the battlefield, the body of every comrade was precious and should not be easily
sacrifice or use.
"You!" Soul's voice was full of disbelief and horror. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and a deep despair flashed in his eyes.
His greatest confidence has always been 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. The corpses that were supposed to be his talismans had all been 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, Soul's heart was filled with powerlessness and despair, and he seemed to see his own destiny coming to an end.
Just when he was so shocked that he could hardly think, Ling Xiao had already released two hundred shadow clones of the Sky Demon without hesitation, like a black cloud, overwhelmingly killing him.
Each of those clones exudes a powerful aura, as if they are all clones of Ling Xiao, and each one is enough to pose a fatal threat to him.
Puff puff... A series of dull sounds echoed in the air, which was the sound of the demon shadow clone hitting the soul's body.
At this moment, except for the fact that the soul can be resurrected continuously, the rest has been completely suppressed by Ling Xiao. His speed, strength, and defense all seem so pale and powerless in front of Ling Xiao, like a fragile doll that can only be allowed to attack.
At the mercy of Ling Xiao.
Today's Ling Xiao is no longer the young, immature boy he was before.
His strength has improved by leaps and bounds, reaching a height that people can look up to. However, looking at Soul Soul, his strength has not improved much and is still stuck at the same level.
This directly caused Soul to become Ling Xiao's target in this battle. Apart from being constantly killed by Ling Xiao, he could do nothing.
At this moment, the soul's heart 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 hard he struggled, he could not change the fact that he had failed.
"Save me -" the soul's cry echoed in the empty battlefield, full of fear and despair. He knew that no matter how many chances he had to be resurrected, he would not be able to withstand such endless death.
Every death was a great torture to his spirit and will, making him feel unprecedented fear and helplessness.
However, on the battlefield at this moment, the situation has tended to be balanced. The various monsters are constraining each other, and it is difficult to allocate energy to rescue souls. Their attention is focused on maintaining their own combat power and status, and they have no time to do anything else.
Gu.
And the other soul warriors, although they sympathized with the soul, did not dare to act rashly.
They knew very well that in front of Ling Xiao, they were just like ants. If they were not careful, they would follow in the footsteps of the soul and become a dead soul under Ling Xiao's sword. Therefore, they could only watch the soul in despair.
Struggling but unable to do anything.
In just an instant, the soul had died thousands of times. Each death made him weaker, until in the end, he could no longer struggle and could only fall to the ground, letting Ling Xiao
The bloodthirsty knife drained his essence and blood and turned him into a mummy.
Ling Xiao picked up the corpse of the soul with the God-killing Sword, his eyes full of determination and determination.
He shouted: "Master Qi, as you can see, I have finally avenged you for the revenge of your dead brothers." His voice echoed on the battlefield, full of justice and pride.
At this moment, he seemed to be the embodiment of justice, seeking justice for those brothers who died innocently.
Ling Xiao's shouts contained both condolences for the deceased and anger against the enemies.
In the distance, Mr. Qi, who was having a fierce battle with Sister Rakshasa, glanced towards Ling Xiao inadvertently, and tears suddenly filled his eyes.
Ling Xiao not only gave him unprecedented strength, but also killed the souls at the critical moment, avenging his brothers who died innocently.
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 best friend for life.
Just when Mr. Qi's heart was surging, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The originally fierce sounds of fighting and shouts of death seemed to be swallowed up by invisible forces at this moment, leaving only the roar of the wind blowing across the battlefield.
Voice.
Many warriors stopped their movements one after another and looked in shock at the soul corpse that was held high on the tip of the knife by Ling Xiao. The once arrogant young leader of the soul clan was now like a dead leaf swept down by the autumn wind, without any trace of it.
It was hanging there angrily, which made people sigh.
Immediately afterwards, thunderous cheers erupted from the Demon Suppressing Mansion, and every warrior waved their weapons, their faces filled with the joy of victory.
They knew that Ling Xiao's move not only avenged his dead brothers, but also won unprecedented glory for the Demon Suppression Mansion.
On the other hand, the situation on the Soul Clan's side was miserable, and their morale was extremely low. Hun Ling, who was once regarded as the star of hope for the future of the Soul Clan, was second only to the Heavenly Soul Saint and the evil genius Hun Wuxu.
It died without any warning.
Moreover, he did not die in the hands of the famous Zhang Ruochen, but in the hands of the unknown Ling Xiao. This is 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 they once trusted and respected would end up like this.