Bold Demon, Reveal Your True Form!

"It's been a long time, Qian Cheng!"

There was a trace of barely perceptible regret in God of Destruction's voice.

"It has indeed been a long time."

Qian Cheng looked at God of Destruction expressionlessly, his tone calm.

"Let's skip the reminiscing and get straight to the point!"

God of Kindness did not wish to waste time.

With a wave of her hand, a flash of white light appeared, and tens of thousands of mortals and low-level soul masters suddenly appeared outside Spirit City.

These people were ragged and covered in blood. Some had lost arms, some limped on broken legs. Their faces were filled with despair, and their hollow eyes seemed to have lost their souls.

"Spirit City is right before your eyes!"

"That barrier can still withstand attacks from Gods. As long as you enter, you can survive!"

"We guarantee that we will not attack you!"

God of Life stepped forward. Her voice was incomparably gentle, yet it carried an allure that drew one into a fallen abyss.

The moment these words were spoken, hope instantly ignited in the eyes of those mortals and soul masters. They stared fixedly in Spirit City's direction, their gazes so burning that they seemed capable of scorching through the city walls.

They did not want to die!

In order to survive, they had already abandoned their dignity and their families. As long as there was even a sliver of hope, they would not give up.

"Your Holiness the Pope, we don't want to die! Please save us!"

"Your Holiness the Pope, open the gates and save us! We're willing to serve you like oxen and horses!"

"Please, save us! We'll join Spirit Hall—all of us will join Spirit Hall—as long as you can save me!"

Cries for help rose and fell, thunderously