"Hahaha, a great victory!" Tu Ling roared with laughter. It had been a long time since he had fought so exhilaratingly. The immortal army before them was being wiped out at an astonishing pace, or swallowed by the soul mist and turned into soul corpses.
The Thousand-Gourd Demon Emperor, He Jiangfeng, and a large number of Heavenly Immortal–rank immortal generals had died in battle. Xing Yichi's immortal army from Starcloud City remained suppressed inside the battered Eight-Formation Qilin Array. The outcome was already decided.
Nearly six hundred thousand elite immortal soldiers—an army whose overall strength was truly formidable. Each controller of a soul cloud would gain tens of thousands of immortal-army soul corpses, at the very least. Their strength had reached its current level only after accumulating power for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of years.
Now, with their strength rising by a whole tier at a stroke, how could Tu Ling and the other soul-corpse controllers keep from beaming with joy?
"Clean up the remaining immortal soldiers as quickly as possible. Scorpion Demon, Nine-Ren Mountain, Fellow Daoist Zhu, focus all your efforts on recovering. We don't have much time. We must digest this batch of immortal soldiers as quickly as we can."
While Tu Ling and Mei Li were overjoyed, Lu Xiaotian showed little sign of happiness.
Though they had wiped out a great many immortal soldiers in this battle, the Sword Lord Tongyuan, He Yulou, and two other Golden Immortal–rank experts had still escaped.
The Sword Lord Tongyuan was especially powerful. After suffering such a heavy loss, and with that calm yet piercing look in his eyes as he departed, there was no way he would let this go.
After this, news that he commanded an army of soul corpses would inevitably spread. As for