Qian Renxue (106)

At the center of the vast Void Desert, soul masters lay sprawled in every direction. Some had long since lost all breath, their bodies turning into specks of light that scattered away. Some were gravely wounded and unconscious, their auras faint. Others barely propped themselves up, without even the strength to lift a hand. The decisive battle just now—from the Void Origin summoning reinforcements, to countless Void Creatures surging in like a tide, to the shattering of the double seal and the descent of Qian Renxue's will—had lasted no more than half an hour from beginning to end, yet it had cost this allied army of soul masters, gathered from the elites of every faction on the continent, more than half its numbers.

The Titled Douluo who had burned away all his vitality and Soul Power, turning into golden motes that merged into the torrent of energy, was nowhere to be found again. Only a Spirit Bone shimmering with a faint halo lay quietly on the sand—the crystallization of his lifelong cultivation, and the final proof that he had protected the world. The young soul master who had just broken through to Soul Douluo and perished together with the Void Cheetah had not even left behind a final word. Only a broken Soul Tool remained, telling of his last stand. And there were countless other young soul masters and veteran Douluo. Some had been devoured by Void Venom, some had been eroded away by Void Power, and some had died from sheer exhaustion. They had not even left complete bodies behind, instead turning wholly into motes of light between heaven and earth, merging into the land they had protected with their lives.

The surviving soul masters either sat collapsed on the ground, silently shedding tears, or supported one another as