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 be different. Ling Xiao's heart is full of anticipation and nervousness. He stares closely 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, and the sky 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 the demonic power reached its peak, an old man suddenly appeared next to Ling Xiao. He was wearing a black robe, with long hair shawl, and his eyes were cold and forbidding, as if he could see into the deepest part of the human heart.
of fear and despair.
Just one look at it 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 deep 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 ugly. He could clearly feel the powerful aura emanating from the other party.
, it was a heart-stopping force that seemed to be able to easily crush him into pieces.
"Little baby, don't you even know me?" The Demon Soul King's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of contempt and ridicule. His eyes were flashing with memories, as if he had returned to that war-torn era and that decisive battle.
The decisive battle of fate between Tang and Demon Sect.
"That's right, your Holy Church does not 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 were flashing with complex emotions,
There is both 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 an imperceptible sigh. A complicated expression appeared on the Demon Soul King's face.
There is nostalgia for the past and helplessness for the present.
"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 Soul Clan's decline, 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 they were waiting for his next instruction. After all, the moment the Demon Soul King appeared was too shocking, and the demonic meaning on his body
It 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 shuttled 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 Akko beside him, with an unmistakable eagerness in his tone.
: "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 took a deep look at Akko, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes. He understood that it was not easy for young Akko to give up the fight, but the situation in front of him 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 he only has one ten thousandth of his power left, he is not as powerful as we can imagine. Go quickly, or it will be too late if you don't go.
Already."
After saying that, Bai Yan turned around and ran away. His figure looked particularly agile in the turbulent flames of war. Akko looked at Bai Yan's leaving back. Although he felt unwilling to do so, he finally gritted his teeth and followed. The others
The young men following Bai Yan also followed suit. They slipped away quietly, trying their best to avoid the fierce confrontations on the battlefield.
At this time, everyone's eyes on the battlefield were as if they were attracted by a magnet, paying close attention to the confrontation between the two powerful men, the Demon Soul King and the Three Chief Priests. Their every move and every eye contact affected everyone's emotions.
Heartstrings.
In this tense and fierce atmosphere, the quiet departure of Bai Yan and others seemed to be covered by an invisible curtain, without attracting anyone's attention.
Hun Wuxu, a strong man known as the "Monster" among the Soul Clan, also noticed subtle changes on the battlefield at this critical moment.