E Luo's arms were severed at the same time, and he fell to his knees, blood pouring from his seven orifices.
"Spare... spare me..." he begged.
Ling Feng looked down at him without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Did you ever hear them beg for mercy?"
E Luo opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Ling Feng did not look at him again and instead turned to Qian Renxue.
"Xiaoxue."
Qian Renxue nodded and stepped forward.
She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her disguised black eyes had turned into brilliant gold.
Angel Martial Soul, possessed.
Eight white wings spread behind her, every feather radiating holy light.
A golden halo spread from her body, illuminating this land stained by blood and sin.
When E Luo saw those eight wings, his pupils suddenly constricted.
"Eight... Eight-Winged Angel? You're from Spirit Hall... No! Shouldn't Spirit Hall have Six-Winged Angels?"
Before he finished speaking, Qian Renxue raised her hand.
"Third soul skill, Angel's Wrath."
Golden light descended from the heavens and engulfed E Luo.
E Luo screamed.
His Troll Martial Soul melted rapidly beneath the Angel's Light like ice and snow under the blazing sun.
The flesh on his body began to rot away.
"Ah! I was wrong! Spare me! Spare me!"
Qian Renxue did not stop.
The golden light grew brighter and brighter. In the end, E Luo's body turned into specks of ash and vanished completely between heaven and earth.
The corpses of the fallen evil soul masters were also caught in the Angel's Light, turning to ash one after another until not even scraps remained.
When the light faded, only a patch of scorched earth remained in the clearing.
"Are you all right?"
Qian Renxue shook her head, her face somewhat pale, but her gaze