Hall Master of the Soul Hall, Die!

At that moment, the milky-white flaming giant finger trailing a long tail of fire finally descended from the skies.

"Soul Funeral! Descend!"

Sensing that things had gone wrong, Hun Miesheng immediately launched his attack first.

"Woooo!"

The pitch-black vortex, already charged to its limit, suddenly accelerated, carrying a terrifying force capable of shredding all things as it shot straight toward Xiao Yan.

"Boom!"

The rapidly descending milky-white flaming finger was like a hot knife through butter, instantly tearing apart the massive black energy vortex before ruthlessly crushing down upon the horrified Hun Miesheng below.

"Damn it! Soul Funeral is a mid-level Heaven-Tier Dou Technique of my clan!"

Hun Miesheng roared in disbelief.

"Bang!"

The milky-white pillar that held up the heavens swallowed everything, and endless waves of exploding flames instantly swept across all directions!

"Is everything over?"

A moment later, some Central Plains experts watching from the outskirts muttered blankly.

"No, it seems it isn't over yet!"

Yao Chen, within the Sky Mansion camp, suddenly raised his brows.

His Emperor Realm Soul allowed him to see more. There were still unforeseen changes.

"Buzz!"

The next second, a figure suddenly appeared in the space behind Xiao Yan. Hun Miesheng, whose body was wounded in many places, formed a hand seal and grinned savagely. "Die!"

"Boom!"

A surging black Dou Qi pillar suddenly burst from his body and soared into the sky.

Under countless shocked gazes, soul phantoms surged wildly out of the Dou Qi pillar like an overwhelming tide.

The instant these phantoms appeared, they rapidly took their positions in midair, forming a strange grand formation that enclosed Hun Miesheng at its center.

The phantoms filling the sky knelt devoutly toward Hun Miesheng while continuously releasing wave after wave of piercing soul soundwaves from their mouths.

"Ten Thousand Souls Worship!"

Hun