Huo Yuhao raised a hand. Four Gates of the Undead opened in midair, and more than thirty Liches with pale Seven Rings flashing beneath their feet rained down from the sky into the Soul Engineers' position, where they began gathering up the spoils.
Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao casually unleashed a Dragon Flash, crossing several hundred meters to cleave the Evil Soul Saint, who had yet to recover from the Mental Shock, in two.
From beginning to end, Huo Yuhao had only used two offensive skills.
Even Electrolux, who had anticipated this, could not help but sigh in admiration as he watched Huo Yuhao effortlessly destroy a Soul Engineer position mixed with Evil Soul Masters.
"You're becoming more and more like I used to be, Yuhao."
Electrolux looked over the corpses strewn across the ground, his eyes full of admiration. Seeing that the Soul Saint-level Liches did not even need to come out and finish anyone off, needing only to clean up the battlefield, he found himself more and more satisfied with Huo Yuhao.
With a turn of his hand, he could summon clouds; with another, rain. The lives and deaths of enemy troops rested on a single thought. The current Huo Yuhao truly possessed a trace of the bearing only a Deity should have.
"Just stomping weaklings. The opponents these days... sigh."
Huo Yuhao let out a sigh and looked somewhat dissatisfiedly at the corpses covering the ground. He had an indescribable feeling that no matter how much his strength grew, opponents he could not handle would always emerge.
When he had first entered the academy, every senior had been formidable. After he had finally gained some ability, his opponents had changed to contestants in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament.
Five years later, just when he had become qualified to