Chapter 13404 Black Robe Priest

They were like ghosts on the battlefield, shuttling between the Blood Knights, and every attack was accurate and deadly. With the joint efforts of the three, three more Blood Knights fell under their attack, without even a chance to resist.

So far, the original lineup of thirty-six Blood Knights has been reduced to only twenty-seven. Their morale has been severely hit, and fear and despair began to appear in their eyes.

The face of the fourth chief priest became increasingly gloomy. He originally thought that such power was enough to deal with the Demon Suppression Mansion, so he did not let the hidden power continue to attack.

However, the situation at this moment was far beyond his expectations. He had to re-examine the enemy in front of him, especially Ling Xiao, who gave him the most headache.

Every time Ling Xiao attacked, he felt frightened, and even felt that this person was a greater threat than Long Yingtian. This feeling made him very unhappy, but he had to take it seriously. He knew that if Ling Xiao could not be dealt with as soon as possible, the outcome of this battle would be unpredictable.

So, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner fluctuations. Then, he waved his hand, with an unquestionable majesty in his tone: "Black-robed priest, take action! Kill that Ling Xiao!"

As the four chief priests issued the cold order, the entire battlefield seemed to be silent. Then, from the terrifying army, a dozen blood-red rays suddenly shot out. They were like the most dazzling meteors in the night sky, but with deadly danger, all accurately aimed at Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's brows were instantly furrowed. He felt the terrifying power contained in these rays and was about to use means to resist.

However, at this moment, a tall figure blocked him like a mountain. It was Long Yingtian. He held a huge Mo Dao in his hand, and the blade flashed with cold light, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world.

Long Yingtian shouted loudly, and the Mo Dao in his hand was swung out suddenly, with overwhelming power, colliding with those blood-red rays.

With a loud bang, all the rays were destroyed in an instant under the sharp edge of the Mo Dao, and turned into nothingness.

"Black-robed priests..." Long Yingtian looked at the four chief priests coldly, his eyes full of anger and disdain, "I didn't expect that you would really raise such a monster. Haven't you always claimed that you don't like the Demon Sect? But these black-robed priests are obviously demon cultivators, and how are your behaviors different from those of the Demon Sect?"

As Long Yingtian's words fell, thirteen black-robed priests slowly walked out of the crowd. Each of them wore a black robe and a hideous mask on their faces, revealing only two eyes flashing with dim light.

They exuded a strong demonic meaning, as if they were demons walking out of the abyss, which was frightening.

The appearance of these black-robed priests made the atmosphere of the battlefield even more tense. Their strength is unfathomable, and each of them may be an extremely powerful existence.

The strength of these black-robed priests is obviously more terrifying than those blood knights. The demonic energy on them is surging and rolling like substance. Every time they attack, there is a thunderous roar, and the space seems to tremble under their power.

However, what is more shocking is that they are all demon cultivators. This is undoubtedly a great irony and a chilling joke for the Holy Temple, which shouts all day to eliminate demon cultivators and uphold justice.

Those members of the Holy Temple who once righteously accused the demon cultivators of being evil and cruel now have to face the fact that there are also demon cultivators in their own camp.

The fourth chief priest did not speak, his attention was completely focused on the battle with Soul Rain.

He knew that only by killing Soul Rain as soon as possible could he break the deadlock in front of him and let the balance of victory tilt back to their side. Therefore, he went all out, and every action was full of murderous intent and determination.

"Don't speak? Then I will kill these black-robed priests!" Long Yingtian snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with determination and anger.

He waved a huge Mo Dao, like a tiger coming down the mountain, and rushed towards the black-robed priests. Every time the Mo Dao was swung, it was accompanied by a sharp blade wind, which made people feel cold.

At the same time, he said to Ling Xiao without looking back: "Kill a few more blood knights first, which is crucial to our victory. You don't have to worry about these black-robed priests, I will take care of them." Long Yingtian's voice was firm and powerful, and his words were full of trust and expectations for Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao frowned, and his eyes swept back and forth on the black-robed priests.

Each of these black-robed priests may not be as strong as Long Yingtian individually, but the combined force formed by the thirteen people joining forces is by no means comparable to Long Yingtian alone.

They cooperated tacitly, and each attack was like a carefully choreographed dance, with both power and beauty, which was breathtaking.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao took a deep breath and looked at Long Chen and Master Lu beside him. His eyes revealed determination and trust: "Just fight the Blood Knights, I will help you secretly. Remember, keep the formation and don't disperse."

"Okay!" Long Chen and Master Lu answered in unison, their eyes flashing with fighting spirit and determination. Encouraged by Ling Xiao, the two of them led dozens of puppets and rushed towards the Blood Knights' camp like a tiger descending from the mountain.

At the same time, Ling Xiao fought side by side with Long Yingtian to deal with those black-robed priests. Their figures shuttled across the battlefield, and every move was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as if to tear the air apart.

When the Blood Knights saw Ling Xiao leave their battlefield, they all breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had unloaded a heavy burden. However, their joy did not last long, because someone else lost his head. This time, it was the Heavenly Soul's true body that took action.

Ling Xiao released the Heavenly Soul's true body, which was a figure exactly like him, and its strength was also extremely terrifying.

Even in the case of separate battles, the Heavenly Soul's true body showed a combat power comparable to Ling Xiao's original body. Its illusory figure shuttled flexibly on the battlefield, and every move was extremely accurate. Its mastery of soul skills reached the point of perfection, not inferior to Ling Xiao's original body at all.

"How could there be two Ling Xiaos?" The Blood Knights looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and confusion.

"Stupid, that's a clone!" A slightly smarter Blood Knight shouted loudly, trying to remind his companions.

"Clone? Don't be afraid, just be careful, we should be able to deal with it!" Hearing that it was a clone, the Blood Knights breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that the clone's power was definitely not as good as the original body, so they were confident that they could deal with Ling Xiao's Heavenly Soul clone.

However, they were wrong, and they were quite wrong. The strength displayed by the Heavenly Soul's true body was completely beyond their imagination.