In an instant, shouts of killing, clashes of weapons, screams, and roars intertwined, deafening. A brutal melee engulfing the entire Sixth Heaven thus began.
The first to collide were the forbidden army formation and the demonic soul vanguard.
The forbidden army soldiers thrust their long spears fiercely at the demonic souls, but most passed directly through their ethereal soul bodies, unable to cause any harm.
Yet the bone blades in the demonic souls’ hands could easily penetrate armour, piercing into the soldiers’ flesh.
A young forbidden army soldier had just thrust his spear at a demonic soul when the opponent’s bone blade slashed his throat, blood spurting out. He clutched his neck, eyes full of unwillingness, slowly falling to the ground, his body quickly devoured by the demonic souls.
“Attach spiritual power to your weapons! Soul bodies fear spiritual power attacks!”
Ao Lie reminded loudly, swinging his long knife, golden spiritual power adhering to the blade. With one slash, he struck a demonic soul. The demonic soul let out a shrill scream, its soul body instantly burned by the spiritual power, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating.
The soldiers reacted one after another, circulating spiritual power to attach to their weapons, launching attacks again.
This time, the demonic souls finally began to suffer casualties, black soul mist constantly dissipating. But the number of demonic souls was simply too great. As one batch fell, more demonic souls surged forward immediately, like an endless tide, continuously impacting the forbidden army formation.
Han Lie held a broad-backed great knife, flames roaring on the Scarlet Flame Knife. Every slash brought up a sea of fire, enveloping dozens of demonic souls within.
The demonic souls struggled painfully in the sea of fire, soon burned to ashes.
“Come on!”
Han Lie laughed loudly, leaping up, slashing towards a demonic soul general holding dual axes.
The general roared in anger, crossing its dual axes to block. With a “clang”, the axes were burned red by the flames, the general’s soul body also scorched, emitting bursts of black smoke.
But just as Han Lie forced back the demonic soul general, more demonic souls surged from behind, dense bone blades stabbing towards his back.
“Be careful!”
Zi Yuan arrived in time, swinging her long sword, cyan spiritual power sweeping like a whirlwind, blocking the incoming bone blades one by one.
She stood back-to-back with Han Lie, long sword and great knife cooperating seamlessly, constantly slaying the surrounding demonic souls.
“Thanks!”
Han Lie gasped for breath, wiping the sweat from his face. “These demonic souls are too many, this won’t work in the long run.”
“Hold on! There will always be a way!” Zi Yuan said through gritted teeth, her long sword thrusting out again, piercing a demonic soul’s chest.
Besides these demonic souls, there were also tens of thousands of demonic cultivators, taking the opportunity to launch widespread attacks. In the Sixth Heaven, the status of demonic cultivators was lower than that of humans and beasts, even more impossible to compare with these divine clans from the divine kingdom.
But now, finally having a chance to hold their heads high, these demonic cultivators were also fighting desperately.
Fan Tianyou’s body surged with golden spiritual power, Golden Sky Divine Fist punching one after another, each punch able to scatter several demonic souls.
He charged through the demonic souls like a fierce tiger, wherever he passed, demonic souls dissipated one after another.
A massive demonic soul giant swung a giant hammer towards him. Fan Tianyou showed no fear, charging straight at the giant hammer, his fist smashing heavily onto it.
With a “bang”, the giant hammer was smashed flying, the demonic soul giant also shaken back repeatedly. Fan Tianyou seized the opportunity to follow up, punching the giant’s chest, the giant’s soul body instantly shattering.
But at that moment, dozens of demonic souls holding long spears surged from all directions, surrounding Fan Tianyou tightly.
The long spears stabbed towards him like venomous snakes. Fan Tianyou could only swing his fists continuously to block, soon adding several wounds to his body, his golden spiritual power gradually dimming.
Although the Half-Beast Bright King had been severely injured by Jun Buhui earlier, his spiritual power not fully recovered, at this moment he still forced himself to stand up, golden patterns reappearing on his body, sharp light flashing on his tiger claws.
