Heavenly Soul Source World.
Beside the World Barrier, Heavenly Gate Ridge.
A boundless army waited quietly in this place, emanating an endless aura of slaughter.
Huum~~!
The stalwart, towering figure of the Crimson Nether Soul Lord appeared above the army without warning.
Today, the Crimson Nether Soul Lord wore a set of deep-blue battle armor, a head of black hair fluttering in the wind.
His square, resolute face radiated boundless majesty.
However, only Soul Clan people could clearly see the Crimson Nether Soul Lord's face; people of other alien races, even with cultivation as high as the Heaven-Splitting Realm, were unable to peer into his appearance.
In their eyes, the Crimson Nether Soul Lord's face was like a patch of mist, as though they had seen it clearly, yet their minds retained no impression, completely unaware of what face he possessed.
Swish, swish, swish~~!!!
A sound like rushing tidal water rang out instantly, and the twenty-three-billion-strong slave army, as if they were wild grass flattened by a violent gale, fell to their knees in massive, contiguous patches.
In the era ruled by the Soul Clan, there was an ironclad rule: any alien person who met a Soul Lord of the Soul Clan had to kneel.
Violators died!
Because the noble Soul Lord did not permit any alien before him to stand with straightened spines.
In fact, it was not just the Soul Lord; under normal circumstances, when an ordinary Soul Clan powerhouse descended upon an alien faction, the alien people would kneel or even grovel on the ground.
How much more so for the supreme, peerlessly powerful Soul Lord who governed everything?
After descending, the Crimson Nether Soul Lord first swept his gaze across the entire field. Without superfluous nonsense, he immediately declared in a clear voice, "Now, this Soul