Buddha Son Yunchen's warning was taken to heart by every cultivator in the hall. They were all Nascent Soul True Lords who had seen grand scenes before, so they naturally formed groups by region and defended against the Evil Souls surging in from all directions.
True Lord Huandie flicked the round fan in her hand, and countless purple butterflies flew out. In an instant, they dyed the gray Evil Souls purple. Three breaths later, those Evil Souls exploded like dazzling fireworks, leaving not even a speck behind.
Xun Kun directly controlled his double-headed sword with his divine sense, sending it slashing into the horde of Evil Souls wrapped in thick Demonic Qi, instantly crushing them to pieces.
The instant Shi Jun grasped his longsword, his entire bearing changed. Like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, he swung with effortless force, and red fire sword intent instantly cleared everything before him.
True Lord Qingzhu played the Azure Jade Flute. When the first note rang out, the swarming Evil Souls froze for half a breath before charging toward True Lord Qingzhu like moths flying into flame. Yet not a wisp of Evil Soul could approach him; the ripples created by the sound attack instantly shredded them apart.
Han Lian lightly swept her sleeve, instantly freezing those Evil Souls into ice sticks. Then, with one airy palm strike, the Evil Souls were reduced to fragments.
The other Nascent Soul True Lords also displayed their own abilities, slaughtering the surrounding Evil Souls as swiftly as possible, hoping to clear the place soon.
An hour later, no more Evil Souls emerged, and only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. They each took out a meditation cushion and sat on the ground, holding spirit stones as they replenished their expenditure.
Yunxi swept her