Above the battlefield, the Soul Collector's two sleeves pointed toward the ground.
Below, black mist churned, and a jet-black glimmer suddenly shot out from within the Evil God Faction.
In less than half a breath, an earthen-yellow clay jar had appeared before the Soul Collector.
It looked utterly ordinary on the surface, with nothing worth noting.
Yet if one probed it with their senses, the vast majority of living beings would shudder in terror.
However, as the Soul Collector raised the clay jar with its right hand, doubt and vigilance inevitably arose within it.
First, it could not understand why Xiao Tianyang had not attacked while it was making its move.
Second, given Xiao Tianyang's previous experiences, he should not have been unaware of what it held.
The Spirit Fire within the Soul Collector's hood suddenly began to flicker, and the hand holding up the clay jar trembled slightly.
"You knew what our trump card was from the very beginning?!"
"You left me no way out earlier because you wanted to force me to use my trump card?!"
A smile gradually appeared on Xiao Tianyang's solemn face.
"Looks like my acting really does have problems. You saw through it so quickly."
Then he said teasingly, "Still, it is rather interesting."
"I've always been curious why the Evil God Faction was abandoned by the Heavenly Dao."
"After all, aside from causing relatively severe damage to the plane, you haven't done anything too extreme."
"Coupled with your small numbers, and the fact that your rate of destruction is far slower than reconstruction, those reasons seem rather far-fetched."
"But I have to admit, the Abyss Faction's methods are truly brilliant."
"Using energy to mutate powerful beings within the Heavenly Dao, thereby granting them the qualifications to act inside it."
"Scheming for so long