Feng Xian remained calm at the sight. Without needing to give the order himself, his subordinates also underwent Martial Soul Possession and charged toward Yang Ming's side. In an instant, aside from the center of Saga Plaza occupied by Yang Ming, the City Lord's Mansion, and Spirit Hall, every surrounding area became a battlefield for the chaotic melee between the two sides.
After sorting out his thoughts, Ye Chuan also had his remaining men join Yang Ming's side against Feng Xian.
Seven or eight hundred Soul Masters below the Soul Ancestor rank went to war in Saga Plaza. Spirit Rings of every color and dazzling, multicolored Soul Skills plunged the entire battlefield into a mess of soul-light pollution and noise pollution.
The clashing of weapons, furious curses, battle cries, and screams echoed without end. Some cursed Feng Xian's subordinates for abandoning their humanity and raising their blades against their hometown; some wielded swords and killed to protect their homeland; while others fought only for the thrill of slaughter and their twisted sense of life's meaning.
Seeing this scene, Feng Xian raised a hand to his forehead and threw back his head in wild laughter.
"Ha ha~"
"Ha ha ha ha ha~"
"..."
"Although there was a flaw in the plan, and my plan to make Spirit Hall and the national forces tear each other apart like dogs has failed, getting to see Saga City's final resistance become this intense isn't bad either!"
"What do you think, little friend?"
Yang Ming watched Feng Xian's expression grow increasingly deranged and his face gradually twist apart. He replied coldly.
"I think it'd be better if you died!"
Before Yang Ming could act, Feng Dianchen had already decided to clean house.
Seeing even the Spirit Hall members under his command fighting for Feng Xian,