Eastern Central Battlefield!
An unquestionable meat grinder—the place where the fighting across the entire battlefield was most brutal.
A figure stood silently beneath a severed finger, resting.
All around him, the great battle raged without pause.
Unlike the second southeastern battlefield, the fighting here was not only savage, but unimaginably intense.
The surrounding armies were almost entirely at the Taiyi tier.
As far as the eye could see, there were hardly any ghost soldiers on the ghost soul side. All of them were ghost generals.
The Dead Soul Clan was no different.
Their bodies glimmered with azure light—the light of soul crystals. They had absorbed and fused no small amount; each one had taken in at least several hundred kilograms.
As a result, their combat power was equally astonishing.
Against the underworld's ghost generals, they gave no quarter, fighting back and forth on even terms.
Soul-locking chains, mourning rods, soul-hooking hooks, soul-shaking bells—the underworld's Daoist arts were displayed here in all their splendor, as startling phenomena continuously sprang forth.
Likewise, dark green power of decay poured forth ceaselessly, turning into blades, becoming swords, forming hundreds of different weapons for slaughter.
Though the range affected by the battle was not large, the might of the techniques being unleashed was terrifyingly great.
If an ordinary Taiyi cultivator fell into this place, their soul would likely be ripped from their body and hooked away by ghost souls in no time, while their flesh would rot away completely under the Dead Soul Clan's corrosion.
This was not because Taiyi cultivators were too weak.
It was because there were simply too many Taiyi cultivators here. Though their methods differed, at their roots they belonged to the same source.
They had formed two absolute domains. Here, aside from ghost souls and dead souls, other cultivators could