380,000 Souls Bow! Soul Saint Slain!!

Just as Jiang Yang finished speaking, the voice of the Emperor Armor resonated simultaneously within his sea of consciousness, the two sounds overlapping perfectly.

A majestic power, seemingly originating from the primordial era, surged and churned through his veins, instantly converging upon his raised left hand.

Hum—

An indescribably terrifying fluctuation suddenly descended.

There were no flashing soul rings, no violent eruption of soul power, yet the entire world seemed to fall into absolute silence at this moment.

Centered on the palm of Jiang Yang's left hand, space twisted violently, and a darkness so profound and pure that it seemed capable of devouring all light and hope poured out like a floodgate bursting open.

This power of darkness was not the filthy, wretched blackness emitted by the Evil Soul Masters, but rather a force derived from the origin of the world, the counterpart to light.

As the saying goes, solitary yin cannot grow, and solitary yang cannot flourish.

Do not be fooled by the fact that Jiang Yang was currently only releasing the Ultimate Darkness martial soul from his left hand; the power involved was also being supplied by the Ultimate Light power hidden in his right hand, in addition to the avatar of the Emperor Armor within his spiritual world.

Yin and yang are inherently mutually generating and mutually restricting; they are two sides of the same coin.

Where there is a front, there is naturally a back.

If all things in the universe only had a front and no back, there would surely be a major problem—much like a coin; if it only had a front, it would certainly be a counterfeit.

"Senior Sister! What is Jiang Yang doing?!!"

"Something is wrong!"

"How am I sensing such a thick scent of darkness? It's even more outrageous than the Evil Soul Masters!"

Under the horrified gazes of Ma Xiaotao, Zhang Lexuan, and Ling Luochen.

A banner slowly manifested from the twisted darkness beneath Jiang Yang's palm.

The flagpole of this banner was neither gold nor wood, black as ink, and inscribed with countless profound and unfathomable ancient runes.

The banner itself was an even deeper darkness, as if connected to a bottomless abyss; it bore no patterns, yet it seemed as though billions of stars were dying within it, and countless worlds were wailing and sinking.

Its mere appearance caused the surrounding light to vanish completely; whether it was moonlight, starlight... or even the faint light emitted by soul rings, all were ruthlessly devoured.

A fear seemingly born from the instinct of life instantly seized the hearts of every living creature present!

"What... what is that thing?!"

"Such... such a terrifying aura. My soul power... my soul power is trembling!!"

"How is he... how is he more like an Evil Soul Master than we are?!"

"..."

This group of Evil Soul Masters was completely dumbfounded.

Even the Soul Saint elder saw the playfulness and cruelty on his face vanish without a trace, replaced only by boundless fear and shock.

This was the first time since his soul power reached level seventy that he had felt such boundless fear toward a three-ringed Soul Elder.

Even when he was a three-ringed soul master himself, relying on the methods of an Evil Soul Master, he had never feared a four-ringed Soul Ancestor, let alone a three-ringed Soul Elder.

Yet now.

Jiang Yang's presence made his heart tremble uncontrollably.

"Kill him!"

"Quick! Everyone attack together!!"

"Kill him!!! Destroy that banner!"

A Soul Saint is a Soul Saint after all; Bishop Li suppressed the fear deep within his soul and let out a hysterical roar.

"Seventh Soul Skill—"

"Blood Soul True Body!"

Bishop Li suddenly shrieked, his body swelling abruptly as he transformed into a terrifying Blood Demon several meters tall. Filthy blood gurgled over his body, and a foul, violent stench rushed forward, his appearance hideous and terrifying.

"Sixth Soul Skill—"

"Blood Fiend Palm!"

"Sixth Soul Skill—"

"Soul Devouring Ghost Claw!"

"Fifth Soul Skill—"

"Ten Thousand Souls Bone Erosion!"

"..."

The other Evil Soul Masters were also terrified out of their wits, each unleashing their strongest attacks.

In an instant, various sinister blood-lights, ghostly shadows, and corrosive energies surged toward Jiang Yang and the strange black banner in his hand like a breached flood, covering the sky and earth.

The momentum was horrifying.

"No! Jiang Yang is in danger!!"

Zhang Lexuan exclaimed.

As she spoke, she stomped her foot, and eight soul rings instantly manifested around her body.

"Start the rescue!"

At the same time, Ling Luochen reacted, causing the surrounding temperature to drop significantly.

But just as the two women barely managed to react, Ma Xiaotao had already unleashed her second soul skill, Bathing Fire Phoenix, boosting all her attributes across the board.

Immediately following.

She soared into the air.

"Sixth soul skill—"

"Phoenix..."

Before Ma Xiaotao could finish chanting the name of her soul skill, Jiang Yang, not far away, offered a faint smile.

Facing a concentrated barrage of attacks that would have sent an ordinary Soul Douluo into a panic, his eyes remained as calm as an ancient well.

He simply gave a light flick of his left hand, which gripped the pitch-black flagpole.

Hum—

The banner of the Human Emperor Banner fluttered without a breeze.

The various evil soul skills rushing toward him did not even touch the hem of Jiang Yang's clothes.

The moment they made contact with the layer of invisible darkness surrounding the Human Emperor Banner, they vanished silently, like clay oxen entering the sea.

To be precise, they were devoured.

"Phoenix Meteor... eh?"

"This..."

Ma Xiaotao, who had been about to release her sixth soul skill, suddenly froze.

Suspended in mid-air, she was completely dumbfounded.

And she wasn't the only one.

Even Zhang Lexuan and Ling Luochen, who had been prepared to strike, were stunned.

Who exactly was besieging whom?

"No—!!!"

The next moment.

Only when the Blood Demon, the manifestation of the Soul Saint elder, let out a shrill, desperate roar did everyone's gaze snap back to Jiang Yang.

They saw his eyes turn cold as he violently twisted his wrist, which held the flagpole.

"Absorb!"

A cold word escaped Jiang Yang's lips, carrying the terrifying power of a command that shapes reality.

The surface of the Human Emperor Banner suddenly unfurled.

Boom—

Bang—

A more majestic and pure energy of ultimate darkness erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for eons.

This dark energy did not disperse; instead, it transformed into countless black chains, condensed to the point of tangibility. Ignoring the distance of space, they instantly pierced through the bodies of every single Evil Soul Master.

Including the massive true form of the Blood Demon.

"Argh—!"

"No! My power..."

"Ah! Spare... spare me..."

The shrill screams came to an abrupt end.

The bodies of the Evil Soul Masters pierced by the chains showed no blood and no wounds, yet they withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their life force, soul power, and even the very essence of their souls were all ruthlessly devoured by the Human Emperor Banner.

In just a few breaths.

The Evil Soul Masters, who had been arrogant and domineering moments ago, had all been reduced to withered bones and dried corpses scattered on the ground.

Their evil soul power and life essence had all become nourishment to feed the Human Emperor Banner.

The surface of the Human Emperor Banner seemed to grow deeper in color, with a faint, imperceptible dark red luster flowing across it before vanishing back into the boundless darkness.

The terrifying pressure that had suppressed the heavens and earth receded along with it.