Masses of souls surged like a tidal wave, flying toward Moonwatch City. The previously magnificent, boundless military formation now resembled wheat toppled by the wind, collapsing section after section. These people were all worldly martial artists, not to be compared with ordinary mortals. Their souls were also quite powerful.
Fearing that these soldiers had long since consumed the Soul-Reaping Elixir, the moment Moonwatch City's soul-reaping array activated, it surged like rising wind and billowing clouds, gathering frantically toward the center of Moonwatch City.
After two centuries of chaotic warfare, the cultivators of the Qingyu Continent had withered, and low-tier cultivators fundamentally lacked the strength to contend with the ghost race. Although this move was earth-shattering and violated heavenly harmony.
The Nascent Soul Patriarchs of Ancient Sword Sect and Azure Elixir Palace had no other choice either. No wonder they had not revealed even the slightest hint beforehand, otherwise such a shocking move would inevitably have caused a tremendous uproar.
Lu Xiaotian's expression was cold and stern, not feeling that this move by Ancient Sword Sect and Azure Elixir Palace had any improper aspects. If this battle were lost, the Qingyu Continent would be transformed into a ghost domain, and hundreds of millions of living creatures would all become the ghost race's most delectable prey. If paying the price of these tens of millions of mortal soldiers could defeat the ghost race, or deal a heavy blow to them, it could be considered worthwhile.
What filled Lu Xiaotian with emotion was not the thunderous methods of Ancient Sword Sect and Azure Elixir Palace, but the pathos of a weakling holding zero resistance against fate. If he were one of those tens of millions, he naturally would have suffered the exact same fate.
Among the three Ghost Kings who had originally charged