Di Tian drove Ye Xishui back with a palm strike and said, "Blood Soul Demon Puppet—a Martial Soul so cruel it must devour souls to evolve. Sure enough, when it comes to harming their own kind, humans have always been better at it than us Soul Beasts."
"This so-called Death God Tower is clearly an enlarged version of your Martial Soul. How many wraiths does it consume every time it fires? Every single wraith was refined from a living person after they were killed through cruel means."
"The blood on your hands is beyond counting. Even the total number of lives I have killed over tens of thousands of years pales in comparison to yours."
"I do not care if you kill humans. It has nothing to do with me. But you have killed so many of my people. As the Beast God, today I will make you pay for their lives!"
As he spoke, Di Tian let out a long dragon roar and raised both hands into the air.
The space behind him tore open, and an enormous black dragon head slowly emerged.
Ink-black Dragon Flame, flecked with golden light, poured toward Ye Xishui.
As the Dragon Flame surged upward, the surrounding space suddenly exploded, shattering countless streaks of bloody light.
The entire main peak began to warp.
This terrifying force even tore through the Spatial Barrier, crashing down like an inverted river of stars.
The Blood Soul Demon Puppet behind Ye Xishui shone brilliantly.
As her Seventh Soul Ring flashed, she transformed into a streak of red light and merged into the Blood Soul Demon Puppet behind her.
The already towering Blood Soul Demon Puppet became solid, expanding wildly in the wind as rings of red halos burst forth, forcefully resisting the cascading Dragon Flame.
Violent explosions continuously