The Supreme God

It was obvious that he was planning to perish together with Austin.

Those words made Austin get flustered. If this Altar Owner was really as dauntless as he displayed, things would go awry and not according to plan for Austin.

"Ha-ha--ha, just kill me now. My corpse generals will rip you apart. I'll see you in hell."

Seeing the uncertainty on Austin's face, the Altar Owner knew that Austin must be faltering right now because of fright. The Altar Owner couldn't help celebrating his victory and taunted Austin further.

'You want to die? Fine!'

With that thought, Austin was determined to risk everything, although he still had an inkling that his previous assumption was right.

"Well, I'll let you beg for death!"

Austin said in a menacing voice while controlling the Spiritual Sense Flying Needles to strike at the Soul Sea of the Altar Owner again. In a second, the spiritual souls of the Altar Owner were besieged once again.

Meanwhile, the ten corpse generals also surrounded Austin completely, with the ferocious expressions on their faces exposing their torn tongues and stained teeth, waiting for a command to attack the enemy.

As Austin had predicted, it turned out that the corpse generals were nothing but an empty shell and didn't have their own consciousness or ability to make any decision. And they could only launch an attack under the command of the Altar Owner.

Meanwhile, after the five Spiritual Sense Flying Needles had successfully surrounded the spiritual souls, Austin began to attack the spiritual souls of the Altar Owner with a renewed savagery.

"Argh... ..."

the five needles. Every time the spiritual souls were hit, they

of the Altar Owner would be crushed by the

myth among the fighters, that if the spiritual souls vanish naturally after a human's body has died, they

forces and turned into ashes, which means that they are completely vanquished from existence, then

discussed, especially among the disciples of the Ghost Sect who always had to

he was finally terrified. His palms started sweating in panic and he couldn't bear the thought of his spiritual souls perishing forever and losing

he had earlier and the guts to threaten and fight Austin.

me. Let go of my spiritual souls. I'm begging

souls of the Altar Owner of the Ghost Sect started to

for mercy

You are afraid

such a strong character and would resist him to the end. It never

as you keep my spiritual

in charge right now and I don't intend to do what you

within his control right now, his nervous feeling finally subsided

it, how can I

your corpse generals to

their dark-colored skin made them look like a horrific burn victim. Austin felt extremely

"Fine."

and the scary looks on their faces disappeared at once. They

was intrigued by their actions. It seemed that the Altar Owner was