Chapter 13377 Will the Holy Temple Come Again?

Chapter 13377 Will the Holy Temple Come Again?
The people around were all mixed up watching this scene. They knew that in this world where the strong are respected, strength is the root of everything. And the actions of the Demon Soul King undoubtedly proved this to them once again.

The moment Ling Xiao's eyes came into contact with the bodies of the three high priests, they instantly lit up like the brightest stars in the night sky.

An indescribable excitement and excitement surged in his heart, because these three main priests were definitely super powerful ones. Once their corpses were devoured by him, the benefits that could be brought about would be simply immeasurable.

However, Ling Xiao did not act immediately. He knew that he had just been promoted to the peak of the Primordial Realm. Although he was strong, he still needed some time to settle and consolidate. If he was eager to devour the corpse of the third chief priest at this moment, it would probably be counterproductive and not worth the loss.

Therefore, he secretly decided to store the corpse first and use it when his strength improved and he needed to break through the bottleneck. That would definitely be a move that would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Just as Ling Xiao was thinking about how to deal with the body, suddenly, a terrified cry came from the crowd: "Run!" Then, a group of people swayed and turned around to flee.

Ling Xiao looked closely and saw that those people were all from the Holy Hall and the rebels in the Soul Clan. Their faces were full of fear and despair, as if there were a flood and a beast chasing them from behind.

Ling Xiao immediately understood that these three chief priests were the best among them. Now they were killed. If they stayed, they would probably die. These people were not stupid and naturally knew how to choose.

“Now that I’m out, I won’t let you go. All of you stay.” The Demon Soul King’s voice was cold and resolute, like a chilly wind in winter, piercing people’s hearts.

At this moment, his eyes flashed with a strange black light, a deep, cold, and powerful light, as if it could see through all the vanity in the world and look directly into the depths of people's souls.

As the Demon Soul King finished speaking, an invisible force suddenly spread out, like an invisible giant net, tightly enveloping all the temple warriors present.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scene took place. Those Templar warriors who were still standing fell to the ground one after another as if they were hit by an invisible giant hammer.

The surface of their bodies looked intact, without the slightest scar, but the breath of life had completely dissipated at this moment, and they were already dead.

Yes, all of them were dead. Including the Blood Knight who once made Ling Xiao and the others feel extremely powerful, he also turned into a cold corpse at this moment. The entire battlefield instantly became dead silent, with only the cold laughter of the Demon Soul King echoing.

However, not everyone suffered misfortune in this catastrophe. Bai Yan and others were able to escape because they sensed the danger in advance and decisively chose to escape.

At this moment, they were in a very far place, where they could not see the battlefield, and they felt the disappearance of countless people's breath through the tokens of the temple.

"Fortunately we ran fast, otherwise, we would have died too." There was a slight tremor in A Ke's voice. Only at this moment did she deeply realize how correct Bai Yan's decision was.

If Bai Yan hadn't let them go at the critical moment, they would probably have stayed on this land forever like those Templar warriors. Thinking of this, A Ke couldn't help but feel grateful and respectful to Bai Yan.

The Demon Soul King did not kill the rebels of the Soul Clan, but used his supreme soul skills to imprison them in place, making them unable to move.

He then turned his gaze to Hun Huan and Hun Yu, and said with a serious tone: "These traitors will be left to you to deal with. Remember, you two must stick together and not be fooled by the evil schemes of the outside world. Some people do not want our Soul Clan to become strong, and they deliberately interfere and try to create conflicts among us. You must not fall for their tricks."

After saying this, the figure of the Demon Soul King began to become blurred, as if covered by a layer of light mist. The mist gradually spread until it enveloped the entire space. In everyone's sight, the figure of the Demon Soul King gradually faded until it completely disappeared, as if he had never existed.

It really disappeared, completely disappeared from this world, leaving only emptiness and silence.

“Senior Demon Soul King…” Ling Xiao stared at the place where the Demon Soul King disappeared, feeling an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.

Although the Demon Soul King had a strange temperament, sometimes cunning, sometimes cold, and even wanted to trick him at certain times, it was undeniable that the Demon Soul King had rescued him many times in critical moments and saved his life. Now, this senior who was both a teacher and a friend had left, and Ling Xiao could not help but feel a little sad and reluctant.

"Goodbye, we will meet again." Ling Xiao shouted silently in his heart. This sentence was both a farewell to the Demon Soul King and an expectation for his own future.

His eyes were determined, and then he waved his hand lightly, putting the huge corpse of the Blood Knight into the storage space.

He did not pay too much attention to those weaker enemies. After all, in Ling Xiao's eyes, real opponents should be those who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him or surpass him.

"Is it over?" The noise on the battlefield gradually faded away, leaving only this low question echoing in the air. Many people had confused looks on their faces, as if they had not yet fully recovered from this sudden battle.

The battlefield was covered with corpses and blood, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell of blood, which made people sick. War, especially this kind of war without any signs and inexplicable, is something no one wants to see. It only brings pain and sorrow, as well as endless destruction.

However, when the moment of the ceasefire finally arrived, people did not feel much joy. They looked at their fallen companions and were filled with grief and sorrow. These comrades who had fought side by side with them had now closed their eyes forever and could never wake up again.

The corpses on the ground were shocking. Among them were rebels from the Holy Hall and the Soul Clan, as well as warriors from the Soul Clan and the Palace Master's Mansion. Most of the surviving Soul Clan and the Palace Master's Mansion warriors were seriously injured and dying. Their faces were full of fatigue and despair, and they were obviously no longer able to fight.

The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence, with only the occasional faint groan breaking the suffocating tranquility. People stood silently, looking at the land stained with blood, their hearts filled with complicated emotions.

"Will the temple come back?" This question weighed heavily on everyone's mind like a huge rock. Someone raised this question worriedly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.