Chapter 13375 The cunning people are running away

Ling Xiao's heart was filled with contradictions and struggles. He knew very well that although the power of the Demon Soul King was great, once it was used, it would disappear completely and never return.

However, there is no other way now. If the Demon Soul King does not come out, no one can kill the three high priests, and they will all die instead.

But once the Demon Soul King appears, everything will be different. Ling Xiao's heart is filled with anticipation and nervousness. He stares at the front, waiting for the decisive moment.

boom!
The terrifying demonic intent instantly swept across the entire battlefield, like an invisible wave that submerged everyone. Dark clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the sun. The sky and the earth suddenly became dark, and even the air became heavy and depressing.

Everyone felt a bone-chilling chill, as if they were in an ice cellar.

Just when this evil intent reached its peak, an old man suddenly appeared beside Ling Xiao. He was wearing a black robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were cold and grim, as if he could see through the deepest fear and despair in people's hearts.

Just one look seems to freeze one's soul and fill one with awe.

The appearance of the old man made the atmosphere on the battlefield even more tense.

He stood quietly beside Ling Xiao, like a towering mountain, giving people an unshakable sense of firmness. His eyes flashed with a deep light, as if he had seen through the fate of the three chief priests.

"Who?" The third chief priest's voice was filled with a hint of vigilance and uneasiness. His eyes were fixed on the demonic figure, and his face looked a little unhappy. He could clearly feel the powerful aura emanating from the other party. It was a heart-pounding force that seemed to be able to easily crush him into pieces.

"Little kid, don't you even recognize me?" The voice of the Demon Soul King was low and hoarse, with a hint of contempt and ridicule. His eyes were shining with memories, as if he had returned to that war-torn era, the decisive battle that determined the fate of the Holy Temple and the Demon Sect.

"That's right. Your Holy Hall doesn't dare to face up to the history of the past. If it weren't for the help of outsiders, how could your Holy Hall defeat our Demon Sect?"

The words of the Demon Soul King carried a trace of reluctance and regret. He knew what that decisive battle meant to the Demon Sect, and also understood why the Holy Temple had always been so secretive about that period of history. His eyes flashed with complex emotions, with both nostalgia for the past and expectations for the future.

"You... you are His Majesty 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 was well aware of the identity and status of the Demon Soul King. In the Soul Clan, the Demon Soul King was an ancestor-level figure. Even to this day, the Demon Soul King's portrait was still treasured in the Soul Clan's secret vault. All generations of Soul Clan leaders had to worship the Demon Soul King's portrait before they could officially take up their duties, otherwise they would not be recognized.

Hun Huan's words shocked everyone around him. They all turned their eyes 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 was me... I never thought that the Soul Clan would fall to this point today." His voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible sigh. A complex expression appeared on the face of the Demon Soul King, with both nostalgia for the past and helplessness about the current situation.

"The Demon Lord once said that the Soul Clan has great talents and terrifying power, and is naturally stronger than humans." There was a hint of pride in the words of the Demon Soul King, as if he was recalling those glorious days.

However, his tone soon turned to regret, "But the Soul Clan thought too much and was not united enough, which led to division and infighting. It is still like this today. Alas..."

After hearing what the Demon Soul King said, Hun Huan's expression turned extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with shame and self-blame.

He bowed 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 stop the decline of the Soul Clan, regret that he had not been able to lead the Soul Clan to glory.

Hun Yu also stood there in a daze, her eyes empty and confused, as if she was thinking about something.

She was filled with shock and confusion. She didn't understand why the Demon Soul King appeared here. All the battles seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the air was filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere.

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 power on him swept across the 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, on the battlefield, the air was filled with smoke and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Bai Yan's eyes shuttled through the chaos, and finally fixed on the two figures confronting each other in the distance, and his brows knitted involuntarily. He quickly turned his head and looked at A Ke beside him, with an unquestionable urgency in his tone: "Let's run away, this place is not good."

Upon hearing this, A Ke showed confusion on her face, but her eyes were still fixed on the battlefield, especially on the Third High Priest who was fighting bravely.

"But brother, the battle isn't over yet. The Third High Priest is so strong, how could he lose?" There was some confusion and unwillingness in her voice, and she obviously didn't want to withdraw.

Bai Yan looked at A Ke deeply, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He understood that it was not easy for the young A Ke to give up the fight, but the current situation 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 only one ten-thousandth of his power is left, he is still not as powerful as we can imagine. Let's go quickly, it will be too late if we don't leave now."

After saying that, Bai Yan turned and ran. His figure seemed particularly agile in the raging flames of war. A Ke looked at Bai Yan's departing back. Although she felt unwilling, she finally gritted her teeth and followed him. Several other young men who followed Bai Yan followed suit. They quietly slipped away, trying to avoid the fierce battles on the battlefield as much as possible.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on the battlefield were as if attracted by a magnet, closely following the confrontation between the two powerful men, the Demon Soul King and the Three High Priests. Their every move and every eye contact touched everyone's heartstrings.

In this tense and intense atmosphere, the quiet departure of Bai Yan and others seemed to be covered by an invisible curtain and did not attract anyone's attention.

Hun Wuxu, the powerful man who was known as the "evil spirit" in the Hun Clan, also noticed the subtle changes on the battlefield at this critical moment. (End of this chapter)