Chapter 13318: Killing the Soul

Chapter 13318: Killing the Soul
However, at this moment, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if blown away by a gust of wind. The next moment, his figure appeared in a blood mist, and the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art had already been activated.

In this blood mist, the life essence of all the Soul Clan and Soul-Suppressing Mansion warriors who were killed was ruthlessly devoured by Ling Xiao, and they were transformed 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 move was undoubtedly the biggest blow to the souls, and his originally smug smile froze on his face in an instant.

At the same time, the dead in the Demon Suppression Mansion were all collected by Ling Xiao into the magic needle space in a mysterious way.

Those warriors who might have become scapegoats for the souls now lost their value and were completely isolated from the battlefield by Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's series of actions not only demonstrated his great strength, but also reflected his respect and cherishment for the lives of his comrades. He knew that on the battlefield, the bodies of every comrade were precious and should not be easily sacrificed or used.

"You!" The soul's voice was full of disbelief and horror. His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and a deep despair flashed in his eyes.

His greatest confidence has always been that he can use the endless stream of 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 amulets were now all devoured by Ling Xiao and turned into nothingness.

Just like that, his confidence, his support, just vanished in front of Ling Xiao. At this moment, Hun Ling's heart was filled with powerlessness and despair, and he seemed to see his fate coming to an end.

Just when he was so shocked that he could hardly think, Ling Xiao had already released two hundred Heavenly Demon Shadow clones without hesitation, and they rushed towards him like a black cloud.

Each of those clones exuded a powerful aura, as if they were Ling Xiao's clones, and each one was enough to pose a fatal threat to him.

Puff, puff, puff... A series of dull sounds echoed in the air. That was the sound of the Demon Shadow clone hitting the soul's body.

At this moment, the soul, except for the ability to revive continuously, 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 manipulated by Ling Xiao.

Today's Ling Xiao is no longer the young, immature boy who just started out.

His strength has improved by leaps and bounds, reaching a height that people look up to. However, looking back at the soul, his strength has not improved much, and he is still standing still.

This directly led to the soul becoming Ling Xiao's target in this battle. He could do nothing except being killed by Ling Xiao.

At this moment, the soul 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 he struggled, he could not change this fact - he had already lost.

"Save me—" The soul's cry echoed in the empty battlefield, full of fear and despair. He knew that even if he had more chances to revive, he could not withstand such endless death.

Every death was a great torture to his spirit and will, making him feel unprecedented fear and helplessness.

However, the situation on the battlefield at this moment has become balanced. The monsters are restraining each other and it is difficult for them to spare any energy to rescue the soul. Their attention is focused on maintaining their own combat power and status, and they have no time to care about anything else.

Although the other Soul Clan warriors felt sympathy for the souls, they did not dare to act rashly.

They knew very well that in front of Ling Xiao, they were just ants. If they were not careful, they would follow the footsteps of the soul and become the dead soul under Ling Xiao's sword. Therefore, they could only watch the soul struggling in despair, but they were powerless.

In just a moment, the soul had died thousands of times. Each death made him weaker, until finally, he was no longer able to struggle and could only fall to the ground, allowing Ling Xiao's bloodthirsty knife to suck his blood and turn him into a dried corpse.

Ling Xiao picked up the soul's corpse with the Sword of God-Slaying, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

He shouted, "Master Qi, see, I have finally avenged your dead brothers." His voice echoed on the battlefield, full of justice and pride.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the embodiment of justice, seeking justice for those innocent brothers who died.

Ling Xiao's shout contained both mourning for the deceased and indignation towards his enemies.

In the distance, Master Qi, who was fighting fiercely with Luosha's sister, inadvertently glanced towards Lingxiao and his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Ling Xiao not only endowed him with unprecedented powerful strength, but also killed the soul at the critical moment, avenging his brothers who died innocently.

At this moment, Master Qi's heart was filled with endless gratitude and admiration. He knew very well that he had made the right friend this time. Ling Xiao would be his lifelong friend.

Just as Master Qi was filled with emotion, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The originally fierce sounds of fighting and shouting seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible force at this moment, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind blowing across the battlefield.

Many warriors stopped their actions and looked at the soul corpse that Ling Xiao had held high on the tip of his knife. The once arrogant young leader of the Soul Clan was now like a dead leaf swept by the autumn wind, hanging there lifelessly, which made people sigh.

Immediately afterwards, thunderous cheers erupted from the Demon Suppression Mansion. Every warrior waved his weapon, his face filled with the joy of victory.

They knew that Ling Xiao's action not only avenged his dead brothers, but also won unprecedented glory for the Demon-Suppressing Mansion.

On the other hand, the Soul Clan was in a miserable state, and their morale was extremely low. Hun Ling, who was once regarded as the hope of the Soul Clan's future, a genius second only to the Heavenly Soul Saint and Hun Wuxu, had died without any warning.

Moreover, he did not die at the hands of the famous Zhang Ruochen, but at the hands of the unknown Ling Xiao. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Soul Clan, making it difficult for them to accept this cruel reality.

The Soul Clan warriors looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.

They couldn't imagine that the soul that they once trusted and respected would end up like this.