A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Beyond the Ten Thousand Swords Mountains, on the edge of the Crimson Blood Plains,

the once overwhelming and arrogant allied forces of the Myriad Souls Demon Sect and the Fusion Beast Saint Sect were now utterly routed. Like a flock of sheep being driven, they abandoned their armor and weapons, fleeing in panic towards their stronghold.

When they arrived, they were a dark, imposing mass, demonic clouds obscuring the sun, their roars of beasts shaking the heavens;

now they were scattered and demoralized. Many disciples even wished they had two more legs, hastily discarding their sect’s attire, fearing recognition from the pursuing killing gods.

At the very front of the column, Soul Fiend’s face was deathly pale, his eyes vacant and unfocused, his body staggering, as if he had aged thousands of years overnight.

The indifferent gaze of David replayed in his mind, the nonchalant way he casually annihilated the Demon Rock with a wave of his hand.

The terrifying sight of a single sword aura turning hundreds of elite warriors into dust.

And finally, the sword strike that ignored all defenses and completely obliterated the Supreme Elder, Ghost Bone Elder… Each scene was like the sharpest ice pick, repeatedly piercing his mind and pride.

Defeated!

Utterly defeated, utterly and completely lost.

Not only had they suffered heavy losses, losing more than 70% of their elite forces, but they had also lost their greatest reliance—the Supreme Elder, Ghost Bone Elder.

After this battle, the Myriad Souls Demon Sect was severely weakened. Not only could they not continue to dominate the Crimson Blood Plains, but whether they could even preserve their foundation in the face of other covetous forces in the Tenth Heaven was now uncertain.

What terrified him even more were David’s last, chilling words: “Tell the Soul Devourer to wash his neck and wait…”

thought was a backer, an

for the Soul Devouring

David displayed, he seemed…

unwillingness, despair… all sorts of emotions intertwined and churned in Soul Fiend’s heart,

the Crimson Blood Plain, perpetually shrouded in dense demonic energy, a sliver

The Lord is all-powerful, he can surely suppress that little beast David! I must immediately report to the Lord and ask him to emerge from seclusion to avenge my Myriad Souls Demon

hissed at the few remaining trusted elders beside him: “Speed ​​up! Return

…

Sect, inside the

joy of surviving the calamity intertwined with the horrific scene after the

with tears in their eyes, to collect the remains of their fellow disciples, clean up the battlefield, and repair the damaged buildings and formations. Although the

heavy. More than a third of the disciples

of the main hall, Ling Yunzi, supported

and weak, but his eyes were filled with excitement and gratitude as

Daoist Chen… no, Senior Chen!” Ling Yunzi pushed away the support and bowed deeply to the ground, his voice choked with emotion, “If it weren’t for Senior’s divine

be forgotten by

Sword Sect elders and disciples who were still able to move behind him bowed in

to help them up, and a

have some connection with Miss Ling and the Sword Sect, so it’s only right that

calm,

excitement, then a hint of worry appeared in his eyes: “Senior, my daughter Ling Shuang… she went to the Ten Thousand