Former Enemies Become Comrades, the Dumbfounded Guerrilla Duo

The Sacred Monarch beat the six wings behind his back, leading over a hundred Six-winged Angels as they flew at the very front of the formation, personally marching out with the army.

After years of cultivation, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had long since fused with his soul.

He was the Six-winged Angel, and the Six-winged Angel was him.

Dazzling Sacred Power erupted from his body without reservation.

Intense light and heat burst forth one after another. Like a blazing sun hanging overhead, radiance fell upon the Underworld, bringing a rare patch of brilliance to this eternally dark land.

The Sacred Monarch gazed solemnly into the distance. Countless masses of dense gray fog surged and churned upward, taking the shapes of limbs from all kinds of soul beasts.

Such bizarre and absurd sights did not slow the army's advance. Instead, everyone unconsciously picked up the pace.

Above the Forest of Aberrations, countless swirls of dense mist began flowing rapidly. One flying Mutated Soul Body after another appeared out of thin air before them.

Piercing, shrill howls came charging straight at them from the front.

Rolling waves of sound converged into terrifying sonic waves and Mental Attacks, crashing toward the undead army.

The army of Mutated Soul Bodies had arrived.

"Awaken your Martial Souls! All troops, form ranks! Angel Legion, attack!"

The Sacred Monarch's deep Soul Sound exploded from his mouth.

His powerful Soul Power carried those words to the ears of every soldier fighting in the battle.

To the soldiers, these otherwise ordinary words were far more stirring than the rousing war music played before battle in mortal nations.

As great masses of light lit up the earth, one military formation after another began undergoing different transformations.

Behind the Sacred Monarch, the entire formation consisted of undead soul masters with