Summon the Old Guard at the Springs Below!

"Your Holiness the Pope, all one hundred thousand enemy soldiers have laid down their arms and surrendered. How should they be dealt with?"

Zhongli Wu flew forward from the rear. Though he was covered in blood, his eyes shone with unprecedented brightness and excitement.

To him, Huo Yuhao's words just now had truly been deafening, worth more than ten years of bitter cultivation.

At that moment, he felt as though the haze that had shrouded his heart for decades had vanished completely, leaving behind only lofty, valiant fervor. It was as if he had only now stepped out of that gloomy forest and onto the crest of a vast and surging age!

Huo Yuhao cast an indifferent glance at the surrendering soldiers trembling across the mountains below. There was only cold detachment in his eyes, along with pity.

"What a pity. What a true pity. They were clearly members of the boundless common people, yet they had long lost their bloodiness, lost that martial spirit... They can no longer become Holy Soul Masters."

Hearing this, the Holy Soul Masters could not help but feel a trace of pity and sorrow in their hearts.

"To kill is to protect life; to sever karma is not to sever people. Keeping them alive will only taint the pure fighting spirit of our holy war army, and will be even more detrimental to the future development of the holy war cause. In that case, we can only employ the thunderous methods of the vajra."

Upon hearing this, the surrendered soldiers froze, and an icy chill suddenly rose in their hearts.

"Convey my decree. Dig pits on the spot. Bury all one hundred thousand surrendered soldiers alive!"

"We obey the Pope's decree!"

The eyes of the Holy Spirit Cult army immediately lit up, and they