The several hundred thousand Soul Clan troops were indeed fearless in the face of death.
Upon hearing Venerable Qing and the Di Family Ancestor roar, they immediately began to encircle and kill Su Mo.
Most of the Soul Clan people attacked Su Mo, their assaults sweeping over like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.
But tragically—
The Soul Clan army surrounded Su Mo from above, below, left, right, and every direction, enclosing him completely.
Yet, because of Su Mo's slaughter and the collisions of the massive Primordial Void Mother Qi Cauldron, the Soul Clan army had become somewhat scattered and chaotic.
And Su Mo had already charged into the Soul Clan army, mingling among the Soul Clan people.
The Soul Clan army's numerical advantage could not be fully brought into play. Not only could their attacks not be concentrated, but they could not fight without restraint either.
Some Soul Clan people's attacks did not hit Su Mo at all. Instead, they killed quite a few of their own.
Rumble!
The roaring shook the heavens!
After all, the Soul Clan army was vast in number. Their various attacks surged like mountains collapsing and seas overturning. Although they struck many of their own people and killed numerous Soul Clan members—
The overwhelming torrent of attacks still submerged Su Mo.
"Is he dead?"
Venerable Qing and the Di Family Ancestor widened their eyes.
Though the attacks of the several hundred thousand Soul Clan troops had been exceedingly disordered, they should still have been enough to kill Su Mo, right?
What a pity!
Because they had attacked without regard for the cost, no fewer than a hundred thousand Soul Clan people had likewise been swallowed by the torrent of attacks.
This time, they were likely to lose another hundred thousand clansmen.
"It's over!"
Fan Na