Hun Canglan also followed Hun Yu's gaze and looked at Hun Huan. In addition to expectation, his eyes were also mixed with some complicated emotions. Hate? Yes, he did have a trace of indescribable hatred in his heart.
Since childhood, they have lived in that dark place and endured endless suffering and torture.
And now, he finally understood that the root cause of all this was because their homeland was betrayed and betrayed. This hatred was buried deep in his heart like a fire, reminding him all the time.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to say it. No one can explain the ancient things clearly. They are shrouded in our history like a mist, making it difficult to see the whole picture." Hun Huan's voice was calm and firm, and every word seemed to contain meaning.
With great strength.
"I only have one clear idea now, and that is - gather together again. The future of the Soul Clan must be changed by ourselves. Such a tragedy is like a sharp knife cutting the heart. We can never let it happen again."
His eyes swept over everyone present. There was both determination and expectation in his eyes, as if he was silently calling them to move towards a bright future together.
"Agree!" Hun Yu's voice was clear and decisive. She nodded vigorously, with a firm light shining in her eyes.
"Although the four chief priests and holy masters of Zhenhun Mansion Holy Church have fallen in this battle, the strength of the holy church is too terrifying. Their foundation is as deep as the sea, and they may send new holy masters and chief priests at any time.
Come. We must unite and we must become strong to withstand their threat.”
Her tone was full of firm belief in the future, an indomitable spiritual power that seemed to be able to dispel all the haze.
"Okay!" Hun Canglan gritted his teeth. Although he was still unwilling to do so, he also understood that this was the only feasible way at the moment. He took a deep breath and turned his unwillingness into motivation to move forward.
"Although I am not willing to do so, I know that if we continue to fight among ourselves, the Soul Clan will never be able to get out of this haze. For the future of the Soul Clan and for the lives that have been lost innocently, I am willing to put aside my personal grudges.
, fight side by side with everyone."
Although his voice was low, it was full of power. It was a kind of determination and courage pouring out from deep in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to be no longer the impulsive and young warrior, but a man who could truly take on the responsibility.
A responsible soul warrior.
…
People began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner, and the cold corpses were carefully collected and buried. They were once heroic warriors, but now they can only bid farewell to the world in this way.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and sadness, as if even the sky was dyed with a layer of darkness.
Ling Xiao stood there, staring blankly ahead. Tears were rolling in his eyes, but he resisted not letting them fall. His heart felt like it was being strangled by thousands of knives, and every breath seemed to be torn apart.
holding his soul.
This battle was unprecedentedly cruel to him.
Of the thirteen demon generals, those brothers who had followed him through life and death from the northern border of the Demon Suppression Mansion, now six of them died in one battle, and only seven were left standing by his side. This is not just a number.
The decrease left a hole in his heart that could not be filled.
"Brother Ling..." Xiao Lianzhu gently held Ling Xiao's hand. She could clearly feel Ling Xiao trembling, which was a kind of anger and sadness radiating from deep inside.
She stayed by Ling Xiao's side silently, without any words of comfort, and just used her warm hands to convey wordless strength and comfort.
A trace of determination flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes. He suddenly raised his head and shouted to the sky: "Holy Temple!" The roar exploded like thunder, shaking the whole world, as if even the clouds in the sky were affected by this anger.
Shocked by the power.
"Immortal Temple, I, Ling Xiao, swear not to be a human being." His voice was filled with endless hatred and firm determination, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of strength and determination.
At this moment, he seemed to have put his own life and death aside, just for the goal that made him heartbroken - to destroy the temple and avenge his dead brothers.
After a long time, Ling Xiao's mixed emotions of anger and grief gradually subsided. He slowly turned his head, looked at Meng Haoqing, Ling Bi and others with deep and firm eyes, and said in a low and powerful voice:
"Send the brothers home. Let's go back to Northern Xinjiang, let them rest in peace in the land of Northern Xinjiang, and give them the honor they deserve. At the same time, we must treat their families kindly, so that they can live without worries for the rest of their lives and enjoy eternal glory and wealth.
, this is what we owe them.”
His tone was full of unquestionable determination, and every word seemed to burst out from the depths of his heart, full of deep affection for his brothers and firm belief in the future.
However, at this moment, a sudden laugh broke the heavy and solemn atmosphere.
"Haha, this can be considered a demon general. It's really hilarious." The ridicule was sharp and harsh, with endless ridicule and contempt, as if it was going to shatter the belief that Ling Xiao had just established.
"What bastard!" When Ling Xiao heard this, his face instantly turned livid, and his anger surged like a tide. His eyes seemed to spit out fire, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was about to swing them out at any time.
Cut that scoffer into pieces.
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He could not bear the thought of someone mocking his brothers so rudely after their deaths. It was an intolerable insult to him.
"Me!" When Ling Xiao angrily stepped into the Demon Needle space, an illusory figure suddenly came into view. It was none other than the Demon Spirit King of the Demon Spirit Sect.
The figure of the Demon King looked extremely illusory, as if it would dissipate at any time. Only two of his five attributes were recovered, so he was not fully revived and his strength was greatly reduced.
This guy had been silent before. Ling Xiao thought he couldn't speak, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly appear and say such angry words at this moment.
Ling Xiao's eyes stared at the Demon Spirit King like sharp swords, and the muscles in his whole body were tense, as if they would burst out at any time and tear the Demon Spirit King into pieces.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise, I, Ling Xiao, will pledge my life to make you fall into the abyss of endless pain and never be able to get over." Ling Xiao's voice was as cold as the cold wind, and every word was like
It was squeezed out from between the teeth, carrying a threat that could not be ignored.
His eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see into the deepest fears of people's hearts.
The phantom of the Demon Spirit King trembled slightly under Ling Xiao's glare. He was obviously frightened by Ling Xiao's substantial anger.
After all, he is not perfect yet and cannot be Ling Xiao's opponent, and even if he is perfect, he still has to live in this magic needle space.