A powerful, unmatched blood-and-killing aura still fought desperately within the Ten Thousand Slaughter True Spirit, but in the end, it could change nothing. After they had stalemated for a while, cries of agony rang out one after another from within the Ten Thousand Slaughter True Spirit. Its aura occasionally swelled, but gradually faded.
Terrifying waves of soul power swept past like a hurricane. Wherever they passed, the armies under Ghost Lord Luoyang and Demon Lord Puhai fell in swaths like wheat before a scythe. Their bodies showed no abnormalities, but the Primordial Spirits within them had already perished.
Ghost Lord Luoyang and Demon Lord Puhai could only direct their elite forces to dodge in terror. They had no time to spare for their ordinary subordinates; at times, they could barely look after themselves.
Ghost Lord Luoyang fared somewhat worse. The terrifying waves of soul power from the Dragon Soul Flying Sword swept over his personal guards, and they fell in swaths like beaten grass, nearly wiping out the trusted troops he relied on most.
At that moment, there was no sign of the surrounding void being destroyed. There was only a fear that rose from the depths of the soul.
No one knew how much time passed before Ghost Lord Luoyang and Demon Lord Puhai realized, to their surprise, that the Ten Thousand Slaughter True Spirit no longer emanated the aura that had terrified them. Instead, it felt weak.
No! The Ten Thousand Slaughter True Spirit—or, as it was more fitting to call him now, the Slaughter Spirit.
The Slaughter Spirit glared with bitter hatred at the Azure Dragon apparition in the sky. Taking advantage of this unprecedented calamity, he had once again recovered to the Ten Thousand Slaughter True Spirit realm. Even when other Ghost Emperors and Demon Emperors