A Civilization Crushed Beneath One Foot

Whenever Huo Yuhao was about to successfully seize an opponent, or when he prepared to focus his spiritual power and blast them apart, he would often be disrupted, giving them a chance to flee or detonate a Level 9 Soul Tool to protect themselves. It was not that he could not kill them, but it was indeed far more strenuous.

More importantly, many of the Holy Spirit Cult's Titled Douluo noticed that the wounds on Huo Yuhao's body were inevitably increasing. He could no longer rapidly recover as he had at the beginning using his immense undead life-reversal magic.

"Kong Deming, do you think I can't kill you? I'll make this information entity so dead that it can never die again!"

Huo Yuhao suddenly roared, his eyes filled with cold, heavy killing intent. At that moment, he actually went all out, ignoring the Level 9 Soul Engineers swarming toward him like leeches in an attempt to interfere. A blood-red ray shot from his vertical pupils and condensed into a sharp blade in midair.

"This was a move I developed specifically to sever a God King's Divine Sense, to slaughter a certain old dog. It's an honor for you to die by it. Die!"

That tiny blood-red blade somewhat resembled the Ghost Carving Divine Blade, but compared to the Ghost Carving Divine Blade's agility, it possessed an even more extreme killing intent and ill omen.

The instant that slash fell, the void seemed to freeze in an instant, and time came to a halt. Every Soul Engineer's attack, even their faintest expressions, froze in midair. Only that blood-red gleam capable of making hearts tremble swept through the air.

This strike was called the Void Crying God-Slaying Blade. It embodied Huo Yuhao's profound understanding of Divine Sense, blade techniques, emotions, and even