He did not look back.
He merely used his other soul to maintain the form of Ghost Gate Pass, opening a gap in the Blissful Sky Curtain and sending streams of light rushing in from outside.
Wang Jixuan could imagine how brutal this war was.
Even for these ordinary human souls, tainted by demonic energy as they were, attacking the soul of a Pillar-Class Blade Beast was an immense struggle. It was hard to say how many soldiers' souls would survive.
Yet he sensed a spirit within them—a lack of regret, an unbroken succession of sacrifices, a disregard for life and death.
Wang Jixuan found it difficult to describe how he felt at that moment.
He had never experienced it before. Now he had.
And when the Army Souls passed through Ghost Gate Pass, Wang Jixuan ultimately could not resist turning his head slightly to look below.
The Blissful Sky Curtain had already been flooded with figures.
They occupied the fields, charged into the city, used their souls as weapons, smashed through buildings, tore apart the figures blocking their path, and stormed into the magnificent palace.
Flashes of light continuously flickered around the palace.
Cloaked Galinno kept swinging its bladed limbs, effortlessly shredding soul after soul that charged forward.
But there were simply too many human souls.
They could pass freely through everything, launching attacks from every direction, ramming and crashing head-on into Cloaked Galinno.
Cloaked Galinno began to be knocked back.
The force of any single collision might not have been particularly great, but their numbers kept growing, and the impacts came ever faster.
These Army Souls were constantly adapting. They were learning from experience and studying Cloaked Galinno's every movement.
Marshals shouted orders, generals devised tactics, and soldiers charged ahead without hesitation.
Cloaked Galinno staggered.
After that first