The Might of an Angel

On another part of the battlefield.

The group of seventh-ring Evil Soul Masters, who had been blinded and caught off guard, had now fully recovered their vision, but the situation had not improved as their eighth-ring leader had hoped.

This was because Father Ye, whom they had surrounded, had begun to burn his Martial Soul in a desperate struggle.

His soul power surged directly from level seventy-one to level eighty-two!

If he were merely an ordinary eighth-ring combatant, he would have had no strength to resist this squad's configuration, but Father Ye was different.

The Angel Martial Soul, which already possessed an attribute advantage, became several times more lethal to these Evil Soul Masters after his soul power skyrocketed to level eighty-two.

When Father Ye's soul power was at level seventy-one, the seventh-ring Evil Soul Masters could still manage to parry his attacks if they were prepared.

However, once his soul power surged to level eighty-two, these seventh-ring Evil Soul Masters couldn't even think of parrying; even getting close to Father Ye's Angel Avatar caused an instinctive physical discomfort, reducing their combat effectiveness by at least twenty percent.

If they were accidentally struck by the holy sword qi from the Angel Sword, they would likely lose at least half their lives.

What was supposed to be a boring game of a big bad wolf hunting little sheep had unexpectedly reversed roles; Father Ye had become the hunting wolf, while the seventh-ring Evil Soul Masters had become the sheep scurrying in every direction, terrified of being struck by his sword qi and suffering agonizing pain.

Watching his subordinates scramble about, the eighth-ring Soul Douluo leader had a face full of dark lines, yet he had no good solution for the moment.

Although he was also an eighth-ring, he dared not face Father Ye head-on while the latter was in such a frenzied state.

In the current situation, they could only try their best to kite him and avoid being injured by his attacks. The power gained from burning a Martial Soul was strong, but it could not be maintained for long; as long as they could hold on, the final victory would surely be theirs.

However, one thing made the leading Evil Soul Master extremely furious.

He had clearly taken the opportunity to fire a signal flare earlier, using the Holy Spirit Cult's internal code to order the three scouts on the perimeter to capture Father Ye's wife and daughter as quickly as possible so he could use them as leverage.

Yet, as time dragged on, there was still no sign of those three bastards.

This made him grind his teeth in hatred, assuming those three couldn't keep their pants zipped, and he secretly held a grudge against them.

He swore that afterward, he would personally cut off the things between their legs as punishment for disobeying orders during battle.

But he had no time to dwell on this, for in the blink of an eye, another one of his subordinates, caught off guard, had been run through the chest by Father Ye's Angel Sword.

Counting the one who was stabbed to death while blinded at the start, two of his seven Soul Saint subordinates were already dead.

The loss of two full Soul Saints!

This was a price the eighth-ring Soul Master could barely afford.

Feeling that Father Ye's aura had not weakened but actually grown stronger after killing that subordinate, a flash of ruthlessness crossed the leader's eyes:

"No! I can't hold back anymore! This Angel Martial Soul is too sinister. If I don't use my trump card now, the number of casualties will only grow!"

Thinking of this, the leader roared:

"Don't hold back! Form the Ten Thousand Soul Spirit-Binding Array! We can recover the loss of origin power later, but if we lose our lives, we lose everything!"

At these words, the remaining five seventh-ring Evil Soul Masters hesitated for only two seconds before hardening their hearts.

After all, the corpses of their two companions were nearby, still warm; if they didn't fight for their lives now, they might soon follow in their footsteps.

As members of the same squad, they had long since developed a tacit understanding. The moment the leader brought out the array disk, the five survivors quickly moved into their respective positions.

In less than two seconds, a thick black smoke suddenly appeared before Father Ye, obscuring part of his vision. Then, pitch-black chains emerged from all directions, accompanied by wailing sounds, and tightly bound his body.

Father Ye was naturally unwilling to be restrained like this; he struggled fiercely, swinging his sword with his free hand, and a chain snapped instantly!

One of the Evil Soul Masters forming the array spat out a mouthful of blood, but he ignored his own injuries, pouring his soul power origin into the array with even greater efficiency than before, desperate to control Father Ye to death.

Thus, Father Ye hacked away; although the chains were easily broken, they continued to emerge from all directions, fueled by the endless supply of soul power from the Evil Soul Masters.

The situation reached a stalemate, with victory depending on whose soul power origin ran out first.

Although maintaining this array was a heavy drain on the Evil Soul Masters, seeing Father Ye trapped made them feel a bit more relaxed.

After all, given the limits of their five Soul Saints and one Soul Douluo, they could hold this stalemate for at least another half-hour at the current rate of consumption.

As for Father Ye, who was burning his Martial Soul for power, it was hard to say if he could last another quarter-hour under this doubled consumption rate!

Just as the Evil Soul Masters thought the dawn of victory was approaching, a sorrowful woman's voice, which caught everyone present off guard, suddenly rang out:

"Husband! You have suffered!"

At these words, Father Ye, who had been hacking at the chains, suddenly froze, then turned his head in disbelief toward the source of the voice.

Although black mist obscured part of his vision, he recognized through the rough silhouette and the familiar voice that it was his beloved wife, who had broken through under his cover not long ago.

In an instant, unprecedented despair filled Father Ye's heart.

After fighting so hard for so long, was he still unable to do anything in the end?

Were the three of them destined to be buried in this Evil Demon Forest today?

It was no wonder Father Ye thought this; the eighth-ring leader had said there were three seventh-ring Soul Saints on guard at the perimeter, so it was no surprise that his wife, who was only a sixth-ring, had been captured.

The only reason he had been able to fight with a clear mind earlier was that his fantasies had comforted him—fantasies that the Evil Soul Masters were lying, that his wife was blessed by fate, and that even if she encountered danger, she would turn misfortune into luck and find a way out!

But now, the cruelest reality had appeared, and his soul power was nearly exhausted. In such a desperate situation, he truly could not see any path to survival.