True Heavenly God's Descent, Divine Arts and the Temptation of Resurrection [Six Thousand Words]

The true gods had altered the rules of this planet and established the martial soul system.

In that case, saying that martial souls were gifts from the gods was, to some extent, not wrong at all.

Within the forest, Da Shan and the other tribal warriors watching the battle were immensely proud of the youths from their tribe.

This Awakening had gone extraordinarily smoothly.

Other than one person who had died in battle so far, more than half of the remaining twenty-some youths had already awakened martial souls, and Soul Power had appeared in four of them.

For this tribe, it was tremendous news.

In past trials, having even one person among more than twenty awaken Soul Power was already a cause for enormous celebration. More often than not, they merely awakened.

Yet four had appeared at once. How could Da Shan and the others not be delighted?

These were all the tribe's future.

The more warriors with Soul Power were born, the stronger their tribe would become, and the less they would suffer from the ravages of fierce beasts.

However, just as Da Shan and the others were celebrating, that Netherworld Ghost Leopard with sixty thousand years of cultivation could no longer restrain itself.

As long as it devoured Da Shan, a Soul Saint, its cultivation would break through to seventy thousand years, making it one of the forest's overlords.

As the black shadow flickered, the Netherworld Ghost Leopard transformed into a streak of pitch-black lightning and charged straight toward Da Shan and the others.

At the same time, dozens of its descendants with ten-year and hundred-year cultivation also rushed out.

Led by one ten-thousand-year and four thousand-year Netherworld Ghost Leopards, they charged toward the indigenous youths who had just awakened their martial souls and were still caught up