Chapter 13437 They are not considered demon generals

Hun Canglan also followed Hun Yu's gaze and looked at Hun Huan. In his eyes, in addition to expectation, there were also 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.

And now, he finally understood that the root of all this was because their homeland was sold out and betrayed. This hatred was buried deep in his heart like a fire, 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 see the whole picture." Hun Huan's voice was steady and firm, and every word seemed to contain a thousand pounds 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 can 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.

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

"Although the four chief priests and the Holy Lord of the Zhenhun Palace Holy Hall have fallen in this battle, the strength of the Holy Hall is too terrible. 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 strong to resist their threats."

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

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

"Although I am not willing, I know that if we continue to consume ourselves 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. It was a kind of determination and courage that came from the depths of his heart. At this moment, he seemed to no longer be the impulsive and young warrior, but a Soul Clan warrior who could truly take responsibility.

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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 bid farewell to the world in this way.

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

Ling Xiao stood there, looking forward with empty eyes, tears rolling in his eyes, but he forced himself not to let them fall. His heart was in pain as if being twisted by thousands of knives, and every breath seemed to tear his soul apart.

This battle was unprecedentedly cruel for him.

Thirteen Demon Generals, those brothers who had followed him through life and death since the Northern Frontier of the Demon Suppression Mansion, now died in a 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 silently accompanied Ling Xiao, without words of consolation, but with her warm hands, conveying silent strength and comfort.

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

"Until the Holy Hall is destroyed, I, Ling Xiao, will not be a human being." His voice was filled with endless hatred and firm determination, and 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 life and death aside, just for the goal that made him heartbroken-destroying the Holy Hall and avenging his dead brothers.

After a long time, Ling Xiao's emotions of anger and grief gradually subsided. He slowly turned his head, looking at Meng Haoqing, Ling Bi and others with deep and firm eyes, and said in a low and powerful voice:

"Send the brothers home, we will go back to the northern border, let them rest in peace on the land of the northern border, and give them the glory 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 glory and wealth. 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 affection for his brothers and firm belief in the future.

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

"Haha, this is also considered a demon general, it's really funny." The laugh was sharp and harsh, with endless ridicule and contempt, as if to smash Ling Xiao's newly established belief.

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