A Man Like None Other

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…”

a backer, an opportunity,

the

seemed… to truly have

unwillingness, despair… all sorts of emotions intertwined and churned in Soul Fiend’s heart, ultimately transforming into a twisted

main altar deep within the Crimson Blood Plain, perpetually

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

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

…

inside the

with the horrific scene after

the remains of their fellow disciples, clean up the battlefield, and repair the damaged buildings and formations.

More than a third of the disciples perished, and countless familiar faces were

front of the main hall, Ling Yunzi, supported by several elders,

but his eyes were filled with excitement and gratitude as he looked at the figure in green

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 intervention and miraculous turn of events

never be forgotten by

able to move behind him bowed in unison,

and a gentle yet irresistible force lifted them

with Miss Ling and

was calm, without taking

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