Boom.
The gray radiance surged. It wasn't light—it was Chaos.
The most primal, most domineering, most unreasonable Chaos.
It didn't disperse the darkness. It devoured it.
The enormous black cocoon began collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It collapsed inward. All the black smoke, all the Vengeful Souls, and all the resentment.
As if they had encountered their natural enemy, they let out terrified shrieks and tried to flee.
But it was too late. Yang Lingtian was like a bottomless black hole.
He opened his mouth and sucked sharply.
"Devour."
The black smoke filling the sky transformed into a torrent and plunged straight into his mouth.
Under the strangulation of Chaos Power, those savage human faces instantly disintegrated into the purest soul energy.
In the blink of an eye, the square was clear again.
Only Yang Lingtian remained standing there, letting out a satisfied belch.
"The taste is a little pungent, but it packs quite a punch."
He licked his lips, and the gray in his eyes deepened several shades.
The souls of more than a thousand Divine Lord Realm and even Divine King Realm experts were a great tonic for his Divine Soul.
The laughter of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion Master came to an abrupt halt.
He gaped, his eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets.
He... ate them?
That was the Thousand-Soul Baleful Intent that even Divine Emperors had to avoid!
He had just swallowed it whole? Was this damn thing even human?
"What? Stopped laughing?" Yang Lingtian turned his head and looked at him.
"Since you've stopped laughing, it's my turn."
He held that sheet of yellow paper in his hand.
"Courtesy demands reciprocity."
"Since you wanted to sacrifice me, I'll send you a grand gift as well."
A wisp of gray flame emerged