"Pfft!"
One after another, the Soul Clan natives spat out blood. Not only had they failed to kill Xia Ping, they had suffered a backlash instead. Their souls were grievously wounded, and blood poured from their seven orifices.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Before long, they collapsed to the ground one after another. Blood gushed from all over their bodies, their eyeballs exploding on the spot as their bodies convulsed without end.
It did not take long before these Soul Clan natives stopped twitching. Clearly, they had lost all signs of life.
"They're all dead?!"
Liu Rulan's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at the Soul Clan soldiers. She could clearly sense that they no longer possessed the slightest trace of life; their bodies were nothing but empty shells.
This was the terror of a clash of spiritual power.
Success was naturally wonderful, allowing one to slay an enemy in an instant. But failure meant suffering a backlash, one that would spread to the body and cause instant death as well.
In the wars of the Blood Soul Continent, there was no such thing as prisoners. Spiritual battles between both sides were fraught with the risk of death. Once one failed, there was no choice but death.
Even if one survived, one would become an idiot. Such was the brutality of battle on the Blood Soul Continent.
Among the Soul Clan, there was only victory or death.
"This is bad. Run!"
However, Zhuo Hao was not dead yet. Although he too had suffered severe injuries, his cultivation was stronger. Moreover, at the critical moment, sensing that something was wrong, he had swiftly withdrawn his divine consciousness, so the backlash he suffered was relatively minor, merely gravely injuring his body.
The others, however, were miserable. Their souls had all been pierced through by