Chapter 13437 They are not considered demon generals

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. Hatred? Yes, there was indeed a trace of indescribable hatred in his heart.

Since childhood, they have lived in that dark place, enduring endless suffering and torture.

Now, he finally understood that the root of all this was because their homeland had been sold out and betrayed. This hatred was like a fire buried deep in his heart, reminding him all the time.

“I don’t want to say sorry. No one can explain the ancient things clearly. They are shrouded in our history like fog, and it is difficult to get a full picture of them.” Hun Huan’s voice was steady and firm, and every word seemed to contain a tremendous amount of power.

"I only have one clear idea now, that is - let's gather together again. The future of the Soul Clan must be changed by us. Such a tragedy is like a sharp knife cutting our hearts. We must never let it happen again."

His eyes swept across 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.

"I agree!" Hun Yu's voice was clear and decisive. She nodded vigorously, with a firm light flashing in her eyes.

"Although the four chief priests and the Holy Lord of the Soul-Suppressing Temple have all perished in this battle, the strength of the Holy Temple is too terrifying. Their foundation is as deep as the sea, and they may send new Holy Lords and chief priests at any time. We must unite and become stronger to resist their threats."

Her tone was full of firm belief in the future, an indomitable spiritual force that seemed to be able to dispel all the haze.

"Okay!" Hun Canglan gritted his teeth. Although he still felt unwilling, he also understood that this was the only feasible way at the moment. He took a deep breath and turned that unwillingness into motivation to move forward.

"Although I am reluctant, I know that if we continue to waste our energy in internal strife, the Soul Clan will never be able to get out of this haze. For the future of the Soul Clan and for those innocent lives lost, I am willing to put aside my personal grudges and fight side by side with everyone."

Although his voice was low, it was full of power, a kind of determination and courage that welled up from the depths of his heart. At this moment, he seemed to no longer be that impulsive and young warrior, but a Soul Clan warrior who could truly take on responsibilities.

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People began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner, and the cold bodies were carefully collected. They were once brave warriors, but now they could only say goodbye to the world in this way.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and sorrow, as if even the sky was stained with a layer of gray.

Ling Xiao stood there, staring blankly ahead, tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of knives, and every breath seemed to be tearing his soul apart.

This battle was the most cruel one for him ever.

Thirteen Demon Generals, those brothers who had followed him through thick and thin since the Northern Frontier of the Demon Suppression Mansion, now, six of them had died in the battle, leaving only seven standing by his side. This was not just a decrease in numbers, but also an unfillable void in his heart.

"Brother Ling..." Xiao Lianzhu gently grasped Ling Xiao's hand. She could clearly feel Ling Xiao trembling, which was a kind of anger and sadness emanating from the depths of his heart.

She stayed by Ling Xiao's side silently, without words of comfort, but with her warm hands, she conveyed silent strength and comfort.

A trace of determination flashed across Ling Xiao's eyes. He suddenly raised his head and shouted to the sky: "Holy Temple!" The roar was like a thunder, shaking the entire world, as if even the clouds in the sky were shaken by this angry force.

"Immortal Holy Hall, I, Ling Xiao, swear not to be a human being." His voice was filled with endless hatred and firm determination. 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 our brothers home. Let's go back to Northern Xinjiang and let them rest in peace on the land of Northern Xinjiang. Give them the honor they deserve. At the same time, we must treat their families well, let them live without worries for the rest of their lives, and enjoy eternal wealth and glory. This is what we owe them."

His tone was full of unquestionable determination, and every word seemed to burst out from the bottom of his heart, full of deep friendship for his brothers and firm belief in the future.

However, at this moment, a sudden laugh broke the heavy and solemn atmosphere.

"Haha, he's considered a demon general. It's really hilarious." The laughing voice was sharp and piercing, carrying endless ridicule and contempt, as if to shatter the belief that Ling Xiao had just established.

"Which bastard!" Ling Xiao's face turned ashen in an instant when he heard that. His anger surged like a tide. His eyes seemed to be spewing fire. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was ready to swing them out at any time and cut the mocker into pieces.

He could not accept that someone would mock his brothers so rudely after their death. This was an unbearable insult to him.

"Me!" When Ling Xiao angrily stepped into the magic needle space, an illusory figure suddenly came into his sight. It was the Demon Spirit King of the Demon Spirit Sect.

The figure of the Demon King seemed extremely illusory, as if he would disappear at any time. He only recovered two of his five attributes, so he was not fully revived, and his strength was greatly reduced.

This guy had been silent before, and Ling Xiao thought he couldn't speak. Unexpectedly, he suddenly popped up at this moment and said such infuriating words.

Ling Xiao's eyes stared at the Demon King like sharp swords, and all the muscles in his body were tense, as if they would explode at any time and tear the Demon King into pieces.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, I, Ling Xiao, guarantee with my life that I will make you fall into the abyss of endless pain, from which you will never be able to recover." Ling Xiao's voice was as cold as the wind, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a threat that could not be ignored.

His eyes were cold and deep, as if they could see into the deepest fears in people's hearts.

The phantom of the Demon King trembled slightly under Ling Xiao's angry gaze. He was obviously frightened by Ling Xiao's anger that was as real as substance.

After all, he is not perfect yet and can never be Ling Xiao's opponent. Even if he is perfect, he still has to live in this magic needle space.