Three pillars made of the bodies of nurous evolved lifeforms shattered.
The totem was not only a way to deal with the level nine Saint Father; it was a trap. Those three pillars were a trap for the Saint Father and Ye Zhongming.
Everything was to kill the Saint Father.
But when this level nine expert could grasp so rhythm and break this space, Ye Zhongming could only give up and attack.
An attack where he would die if he failed.
His exploding the pillars was him breaking the bank.
Nurous souls filled this space. It was as if darkness energy was covering everything.
Ye Zhongming sat on the ground. While crushing the switch to the totem, he drank many potions.
The three totems were a trap because once they were broken by soone other than the controller, they would only attack that person. Ye Zhongming was the controller of the space, so when he broke one, everyone in the space would be attacked.
These attacks were relentless and random.
These souls damaged the body, energy, and minds of all targets in range.
The damage had to do with the number and levels of those souls.
The few totems took a long ti to complete. Not ntioning the levels, the number alone was shocking.
Miya and the others in charge of logistics estimated that feeding those corpses to Ghost tal or the Death Bone Platform would yield a huge return.
That showed how many lifeforms there were.
The Saint Father chose a different thod when facing the souls that would deal huge damage to his mind and body.
Ye Zhongming relied on his defensive equipnt, potion, and identity as the controller to defend. The Saint Father chose to attack.
He had to attack. He wasn’t in a good state. He couldn’t ensure that he could hold on under these attacks.
Although the space broke and, his connection with the surroundings recovered, and his own energy wouldn’t be lost, these souls were like bloodsuckers that continued to absorb his stamina, ntal energy, and energy…
They didn’t absorb much each, but all together, it was a shocking amount.
Saint Father continued to wave Wind and Lightning. It wasn’t the terrifying sword light but many energy snakes. They flew from the sword to attack those souls and reduce the damage the Saint Father was taking.
When the Saint Light Hall warriors saw that, they headed forward and wanted to save him. But the tis were different. Posthumous People and Cloud Peak wouldn’t allow that to happen and went to block them. So parts even clashed, but Xia Lei and the Saintess stopped them.
Many Cloud Peak warriors wanted to head over like Xia Bai and her squad, but they were stopped. This soul ocean wasn’t sothing that ordinary people could handle. The outco of entering wouldn’t be good.
Xia Lei was also worried. But at this point, she could only trust her own guy.
The soul storm continued. No one knew what happened inside and no one knew what the outco would be.
Until a bright light shone.
Saint Father stabbed the Wind and Lightning into the ground. He stood two steps back and smashed his hands into the blade.
This was the purest power of light.
At the crucial mont, Saint Father activated his source power. This was the light skill that consud the most energy and was the most powerful.
“Saint Life Baptism!”
Many Saint Light Hall warriors had the urge to kneel. This was the ability they were most familiar with. Every ten thousand days, they would be baptised by this. This was also a great chance to reach the next level.
While giving people with light elent a blessing, it damaged those with the darkness elent. Those souls were type of darkness energy.
After the saint light, everything was silent.
Ye Zhongming opened his eyes. He was out of energy. He looked at the Saint Father, who was also in a bad state and felt regret.
He didn’t know if he could survive until the souls disappeared. Even if he couldn’t, he prepared to sacrifice the Earth Elf to kill the Saint Father.
Ye Zhongming felt it was worth it if he could kill a level nine expert.
But he didn’t expect the Saint Father to have ways to break the souls. He managed to survive.
What Ye Zhongming was sure was that the Saint Father was badly injured. However, he didn’t know if he could continue fighting or not.
If he still had energy, then…
Ye Zhongming didn’t dare to imagine.
Both sides stood behind their leaders and waited for the outco.
To retreat or fight to the death.
“Kekekeke…”
Saint Father straightened his back. He didn’t look like a human on the surface, and his body was shaking. He placed his hand on the sword and looked at Ye Zhongming fiercely.
“I am still alive.” His voice was hoarse, but you could tell he was proud.
“Give
the way to get to your world, and I will allow all of you to beco the slaves of Saint Light Hall.”
“Where did you get that confidence from?” Ye Zhongming replied. His words shocked the other core mbers. His voice sounded even worse; it was as if his vocal cords had torn.
Saint Father shook his head, “then all of you can die. I will find out what I want from your bodies or from the mouths of the prisoners.”
He raised his blade and pointed at Ye Zhongming.
Many Cloud Peak warriors stood beside their leader.
“Move aside!”
Ye Zhongming coughed. His face flushed red, and he smiled coldly, “Bring it on!”
Everyone was shocked.
Saint Father smiled, “Indeed I can’t attack now, but if you give
a day, I will have enough energy to kill you. How much would you be able to recover in a day?”
“I won’t give you the ti!” Ye Zhongming replied.
Saint Father smiled, “My kids will.”
He waved forward to order the troops to attack.
The remaining warriors could earn a day for Saint Father to recover.
“Puchi!”
Before his hand landed, he saw a blade pierce through his chest from his back.
Reviews
All reviews (0)