Fanatic

At Huo Yuhao's command, the giant hand slammed down, as if a savage gash had been torn across the heavens, cleaving the earth from the void.

This palm strike did not merely destroy the body—it dealt a double blow to the mind and soul.

Gray currents transformed into countless razor-sharp blades, indiscriminately slicing through everything around them. The soil warped and shattered beneath this power. Even light and sound seemed to be devoured by that pure Killing Intent, unable to escape.

Wherever the gray giant hand passed, the once-dense earth exploded in all directions, as though invisible blades had carved it into fragments. Every tremor in the air was accompanied by the faint sobs of departed souls—the deepest fear and reverence for slaughter.

This was the purest and most devastating Palm of Slaughter.

Seeing this, despair and madness flashed through the Evil Soul Master's eyes. She shrieked, attempting to use her final strength to withstand this irresistible blow.

Yet before Huo Yuhao's utterly pure Killing Intent, all resistance appeared pale and powerless.

The gray giant hand mercilessly pierced her defenses and enveloped her entire body. In an instant, the Evil Soul Master's scream came to an abrupt halt.

Black currents began flowing from her seven orifices, while her face rapidly aged. In the blink of an eye, it became utterly withered.

Behind her, those black currents gradually condensed into the shape of a human figure before slowly dispersing.

Her body drooped weakly like a lotus battered by the wind, then fell apart piece by piece, finally turning into a cloud of dust.

"Ah, I can feel it... pure conviction, pure slaughter."

A wisp of soul fluctuation drifted into Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit.

That voice was no longer hoarse. Instead, it had become pleasant and melodious, yet it seemed to