Buried Beneath the Crimson Flames!

"Otherwise, I might as well take advantage of the remaining soul power in my body and detonate my martial soul."

"At the very least, if I do this, these sons-of-bitches won't have a good end!"

"The only pity is that I won't be able to say a proper goodbye to my wife and daughter before I die."

"I'm sorry, I've failed you both. If there is an afterlife, I will make it up to you!"

Thinking this, Father Ye's heart was filled with a resolve to die. All he had to do now was accumulate the rest of his soul power as quickly as possible, because only then could the detonation of his martial soul reach its maximum destructive potential.

However, reality often loves to play jokes on people.

At the exact same moment Father Ye felt despair just seconds ago, the leading eight-ringed evil soul master froze upon hearing Mother Ye's voice, followed by a surge of uncontrollable ecstasy.

Those three bastards guarding the perimeter must have caught the mother and daughter who had just escaped!

This was his first subconscious thought; after all, he couldn't imagine any other reason why Mother Ye would return to this place.

If she wasn't captured, could it be that she came back to save someone?

Don't make him laugh!

A soul emperor with only six rings, lacking even a martial soul that could suppress them through elemental attributes—what use could she be coming back alone other than to throw her life away?

Wait... actually, there might be one!

She could be captured and used to threaten her husband, who fought like a god of war!

Regardless of the reason, Mother Ye appearing here at this moment was, in the end, a good thing for him!

However, just as the leading evil soul master prepared to divert some of his attention to see what was happening in the direction the voice came from, he and Father Ye, who was preparing to detonate his martial soul, both heard a roar that seemed to come from a young man:

"You inhumane beasts! Be buried under the crimson flames!"

Accompanying the youth's roar was a wave of incomparably scorching heat.

Before the group of evil soul masters or Father Ye could react to what was happening, one of the evil soul masters—who had been most severely injured by Father Ye during the earlier chase but had luckily survived—suddenly let out a painful wail. Immediately after, his body was forced to fall from the formation's eye.

The formation, set up by the six of them, suddenly lost one person without warning. The remaining five, without exception, suffered a violent backlash at the same time, vomiting a large mouthful of thick blood on the spot. One of the other heavily injured evil soul masters couldn't withstand the backlash and fainted instantly.

"Bang!"

With the crisp sound of the formation disk shattering, the pitch-black chains that had bound Father Ye's body also broke. After the black smoke obscuring his vision finally dissipated, a bewildered Father Ye finally saw the situation clearly:

His wife and daughter were nearby, looking at him with tear-filled, concerned eyes. Standing in front of them was an elderly man with an extraordinary aura and unfathomable strength, whom he found somewhat familiar.

Closest to him was a young man holding a greatsword, looking heroic and extraordinary.

Seeing Father Ye look over, the youth took a heavy breath but did not speak to him, instead turning to the elderly man of unfathomable strength:

"Uncle, can his injuries still be saved?"

Hearing this, the old man shook his head with regret:

"It is too late. If it had been earlier, I could have forcibly terminated his burning martial soul. Now, I can only barely preserve his life. Whether his martial soul can recover in the future depends entirely on his own fortune and destiny."

As he finished speaking, the old man pointed a finger at him through the void. Father Ye felt the soul power that had been surging hotly within him instantly dissipate.

His martial soul avatar state was deactivated, the angel wings behind his back vanished, and then, he plummeted from the high altitude.

Expecting to be injured by the fall, Father Ye closed his eyes instinctively, but to his surprise, he felt not pain, but a warm, soft embrace a few seconds later.

Opening his eyes in astonishment, he saw his wife had caught him, looking at him with an incredibly complex expression.

It was a mix of joy, sorrow, confusion, and relief.

"You two move further away, but don't go too far. Leave this to me and my uncle to handle. Once we are done, we will take you out of the Evil Demon Forest."

Hearing this, Mother Ye nodded vigorously. She set her husband down from her embrace, supporting him with one hand while holding her daughter's hand with the other, and walked toward the direction they had just come from.

She naturally knew her husband was full of confusion, but there was no rush. Once they reached a quieter spot, she would explain the whole story to him.

Watching the group of evil soul masters lying on the ground, unable to move under the suppression of his uncle's soul power, Xu Tianming's eyes were cold:

"Uncle, kill them all. Just leave one alive to get the truth out of them."

As soon as these words were spoken, the evil soul masters were filled with terror, but before they could even open their mouths to beg for mercy, a terrifying surge of soul power crushed the hearts beneath their left chests, and they died on the spot.

Watching his subordinates, who had been full of life just moments ago, die so absurdly and simply before his eyes, the leading eight-ringed evil soul master's mental defenses collapsed instantly. At this moment, nothing was more important to him than survival.

Killing these seven-ringed evil soul masters didn't even cause a ripple in Kong Deming's heart, as it was as simple as stepping on an ant to him.

However, his nephew's sudden performance just now had genuinely shocked him.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he could hardly imagine that his nephew, relying only on 20 levels of soul power, the soul skill provided by a 1,500-year soul ring, self-created martial techniques, and a mere fourth-level soul-guided greatsword, had actually severely injured a seven-ringed evil soul master!

Although the nephew had launched a sneak attack while the evil soul master was off guard, and the soul master was already heavily injured, the situation was still utterly ridiculous!

After all, an ordinary two-ringed soul master—even a genius among them—or even a three-ringed or four-ringed soul master, would never have been able to achieve what Xu Tianming had done in that situation.

The gap in soul power between a two-ringed and a seven-ringed master was a chasm; if anyone else had launched a full-force strike, they likely wouldn't have even broken through the soul saint's protective soul power.

It was like the ancestor of Shrek, the Sea God Tang San, who became a god ten thousand years ago.

Even when he had cultivated to level forty, he could at most cast Blue Silver Entanglement, which was like a tickle to a seven-ringed soul saint...