Golden Crocodile asked in surprise, "Big Brother, with your strength, can't you kill the King of Slaughter? In terms of power, the King of Slaughter is only on par with the Pope. He can't possibly be a match for us old men."
Qian Daoliu shook his head. "It's not that I can't kill him. The City of Slaughter is shrouded in an invisible rule that prevents anyone who enters from using soul skills. Even my Angel Domain can only resist that rule to a limited extent. Moreover, the evil aura there greatly restricts my strength. To move freely within it without being bound by those rules, one can only obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain."
"Divine Slaughter's Domain."
At that moment, everyone in the Worship Hall subconsciously looked toward Bibi Dong's residence in the Papal Palace.
After pondering for a moment, Golden Crocodile said again, "Then, Big Brother, we supply the City of Slaughter's food. Since that's the case, we can surround the City of Slaughter and wait until their food runs out, forcing them to come out. Then we can wipe them all out in one stroke!"
Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and sighed helplessly. "Golden Crocodile, when will you ever temper that violent temper of yours? The City of Slaughter is a paradise for Fallen Ones. It has gathered nearly all the evil people on the continent. Even if the number of Fallen Ones there is not equal to the number of Spirit Hall soul masters, it will not be much less. If Spirit Hall mobilizes everything to kill so many Fallen Ones, how many men will we lose?"
The current total number of Spirit Hall soul masters was still inferior to the Spirit Hall under Bibi Dong's leadership. In addition, the Clear Sky Sect was rising rapidly and had