If this curse-destroying person doesn't die, and the Misty Sect doesn't perish, how will his Soul Palace maintain its foothold in the Wilderness World?
A colossal soul general rose into the sky, carrying terrifying power of the Great Dao.
Each step leads to the origin of the source, and with each step, the power of countless wronged souls emerges.
A dragon's roar resounded.
Nine souls transformed into a soul dragon, which appeared in the gray sky and attacked the direction of the Curse Extinction.
As the curse was expelled, spiritual power surged from the body of the demon, and a scarlet light shot straight into the sky.
Without the slightest hesitation, spiritual power suddenly enveloped his body.
The change in appearance was due to the possession of the Blood Spirit.
It was as if he were a true god of blood.
He threw a punch directly, and a sea of blood condensed.
They went straight towards the direction where Hun Shitian was.
'boom--!'
The small world trembled violently.
Feeling the immense pressure emanating from his body, a look of shock flashed in Hun Shitian's eyes.
He knew that since this curse-destroying creature dared to come to his small world, it must have some strength. However, he did not expect that the curse-destroying creature's strength had far exceeded his imagination.
Even with the support of the world's primal power, is this all that can be achieved?
That's it?
"I thought it would be much more ruthless..."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The blood-red light behind the curse surged forth once more, instantly engulfing the power of countless wronged souls.
"No...impossible..."
"The power of the rules of this world still exists; how could you possibly comprehend even a trace of divine will?"
"......"
Before she could finish speaking, the Blood Spirit had already devoured Hun Shitian.
The entire area above the Soul Palace has been engulfed in an endless sea of blood.
The strong smell of blood filled everyone's nostrils.
But when they saw that Hun Shitian was already dead, everyone could no longer sit still.
Even Hun Shitian, who had one foot in that realm, was no match for the opponent, and even his death was so easy.
They dared not imagine that in this desolate world, there was any force that could now rival the so-called Misty Sect.
Perhaps only the realm of divine beasts exists there?
"The...the Palace Master is actually dead..."
"How is this possible?"
"This...this is the collapse of the Soul Palace's sky..."
"Run! Run!"
Everyone immediately came to their senses, and thousands of streams of spiritual energy erupted as they prepared to flee towards the outside of the small world.
Looking at the chaotic scene, Miezhou simply raised his finger and gently hooked it.
Countless blood spirits instantly poured down.
In just a moment, the small world fell silent once more...
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