At that moment, the battlefield between Da Ming and Er Ming and the Holy Spirit Cult.
Because Feng Ling had been purified by Ling Xi, everyone at the scene fell silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's gaze focused on Feng Ling, whose bearing had transformed as if she had been reborn, and on the girl behind her, Ling Xi, whose face was somewhat pale but who still radiated a gentle light.
"Feng Ling, hurry! Kill those three brats!"
Even though Feng Ling looked as if she had already been purified, Zhongli Wu still tried to awaken her.
Feng Ling gently shook her head. Her voice was calm and gentle, yet rang clearly in the ears of everyone present.
"Zhongli Wu, stop."
"We... were wrong. This meaningless slaughter brings nothing but more pain. There's no reason to keep going."
BOOM!!!
Those words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of every Holy Spirit Cult member!
They were Evil Soul Masters. Bringing pain to the world was their mission. What did it matter to them if they gained nothing?
Zhongli Wu's expression was complicated. Looking at the Feng Ling before him, he knew she was no longer the Feng Ling she had been. She was someone else wearing Feng Ling's skin.
"Attack! Take out those three brats first!"
Zhongli Wu gave the order without hesitation. If they took out the brat using that strange Soul Skill, perhaps Feng Ling would change back.
Ling Xi was not in very good condition at the moment.
The instant he gave the order, Wang Dong'er and Bing Wu'er rushed to either side of Ling Xi and supported her as she swayed slightly.
"Ling Xi, are you all right?"
Wang Dong'er asked anxiously.
Ling Xi's face was somewhat pale, and fine beads of sweat