Chapter 13352 The Strongest of the Holy Temple Arrives

Each of these white-robed warriors exudes a powerful aura, and their appearance undoubtedly adds new variables to this already intense battle.

The next moment, screams were heard one after another on the battlefield.

Whether it was the Soul Clan or the Condensed Realm experts from the Demon Suppression House, they all seemed to be targeted by the invisible god of death, falling one after another, the fire of life extinguished in despair. Blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood and sadness.

In an instant, more than a dozen strong men had died, their bodies fell powerlessly to the ground, and their former glory and honor vanished at this moment.

This sudden change shocked both sides. They stopped fighting each other and turned their gazes to those mysterious white-robed warriors, their eyes full of confusion and fear.

Hun Huan's face turned pale. He looked at the white-robed warriors in shock and confusion, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, his voice trembling: "Third High Priest, why are you doing this!" His words were full of anger and unwillingness. He knew the identity of the person who made the move. He was the third high priest who held a respected position in their Soul Clan, but he did not expect that he would attack him at this critical moment.

At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly sounded from a distance, with endless ridicule and complacency in the laugh, as if everything was under control. As the laugh sounded, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the space, his steps were light and calm, as if he was walking in an empty void.

The middle-aged man wore a red crown inlaid with sparkling gems, sparkling with dazzling light.

He was wearing a red robe with complicated patterns embroidered on it, revealing a mysterious and solemn aura. In his hand was a thick red book, which was thicker than the bricks, and seemed to contain endless knowledge and power.

His appearance made everyone present feel an invisible pressure, a tremor from the depths of the soul that made people involuntarily feel awe and fear.

The middle-aged man swept his gaze across the entire audience, his eyes revealing a kind of indifference and disdain, as if in his eyes, these lives were just insignificant ants.

Behind this middle-aged man, a group of warriors wearing silver armor appeared like a silver torrent.

These armors were ingeniously designed, and every detail revealed the extraordinary forging craftsmanship. The silver-white holy swords they held tightly in their hands shone with a cold and holy light under the moonlight, as if they could cut off all the evil in the world.

Their entire bodies were shrouded in a layer of pure white light, a symbol of holy power that made their figures appear even more sacred and inviolable.

The red cloaks on their shoulders fluttered gently in the wind like burning flames, adding a bit of warmth and passion to the silver team. The overall look is both cool and powerful.

"Third High Priest, why did you attack our Soul Clan?" Hun Huan's voice was low and powerful. He stared at the Third High Priest in a red robe, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

There was anger and confusion in his eyes. He didn't understand why the Holy Temple, which had once cooperated with their Soul Clan, was now going to kill them.

The people from the Holy Hall had promised to help them take down the Demon Suppression Mansion. This should have been a win-win cooperation, but now, the people from the Holy Hall attacked them as well, which made Hun Huan feel unacceptable. His heart was full of doubts and resentment. He didn't understand what kind of conspiracy and calculation was hidden behind this.

"Idiot, don't you understand how shameless these guys in the Holy Temple are?" Long Yingtian's voice exploded in Hun Huan's ears, full of sarcasm and disdain.

His eyes flashed with anger and disappointment, as if he was deeply saddened by Hun Huan's ignorance. "Back then, they relied on selling out the interests of Bai Ze Continent in exchange for their lofty status on this continent today. Do you still naively expect them to help you sincerely?"

Long Yingtian's tone was filled with deep hatred and contempt for the Holy Temple. Every word he spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Hun Huan's heart.

The historical truth revealed in his words made Hun Huan shudder with fear. He had never imagined that there were such dirty deals and conspiracies hidden behind the temple.

"It's already this late, let me out!" Long Yingtian's voice suddenly became urgent and serious. He knew very well that the current situation had far exceeded the grudges between them. "This is no longer a fight between us. If you don't let me out, we might all die here!"

Long Yingtian stared at Hun Huan, his eyes were full of urgency and anticipation, as if he was waiting for Hun Huan's final decision.

Hun Huan was dazed for a moment, his heart was filled with confusion and struggle, but he soon found the answer from Long Yingtian's words.

He knew that Long Yingtian was right. The people of the Holy Hall were always fickle and treacherous. Hun Huan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that the current situation did not allow him to hesitate any longer.

Over there, a sneer appeared on the face of the third high priest, and that smile was full of contempt and disdain for Hun Huan.

He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as the piercing wind: "Hun Huan, if you are obedient and act like our dog, we may be able to spare your life and not harm you at all. But do you really think that your little tricks can be hidden from the eyes of the Holy Hall? You, the Soul Clan, are ambitious and want to become the second Demon Sect and rule this continent. Humph, the Holy Hall will never agree to it. Therefore, the Soul Clan should be destroyed!"

The words of the third chief priest were full of determination and murderous intent. Every word he said was like a cold blade, piercing deeply into the heart of Hun Huan. His eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he had seen the end of the Hun Clan.

Then, he changed the subject, with a hint of temptation in his tone:
“Of course, we in the Holy Hall do not kill innocent people indiscriminately. We will naturally not kill those Soul Clan members who are willing to be our dogs for the rest of their lives. Now, all the Soul Clan members, listen carefully. As long as you join forces to kill your clan leader Hun Huan, I will give you a chance to live. This is your only chance to survive, so seize it!”

The words of the third high priest echoed on the battlefield, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the Soul Clan members.

Their faces showed fear, struggle, and hesitation. They knew that this was a difficult choice. On the one hand, they could be loyal to the Holy Temple and betray their patriarch in exchange for a glimmer of hope; on the other hand, they could remain loyal and live and die with the patriarch, but they would most likely face the fate of extermination. (End of this chapter)