The Holy Spirit Cult's Complete Destruction, Wutong's Divine Seal Shines Back Upon the Mortal World

When the allied army pressed toward Ming Du's outskirts, the entire imperial city was shrouded in black fog.

It was no longer the towering tide of resentment from when the Myriad Souls Banner's main formation had taken shape. After the Holy Spirit Cult's remnants retreated underground beneath Ming Du, they shattered their black banners anew, mixed in the lingering mist from the Evil Cores and the resentment left behind by the dead of Star Luo Empire, Heaven Soul, Dou Ling, and the Sun Moon Empire, then poured it all into the damaged formation. When the black fog rolled over the city walls, even the most battle-hardened White Tiger Army soldiers could barely hold their sword hilts steady.

Xu Tianran's voice came from deep within the black fog. "Huo Yuhao, don't you like saving people? How are you going to save these dead souls?"

Huo Yuhao stood before the formation, his expression terrifyingly grim. He could break Soul Tool Arrays, deceive artillery fire, and counter military orders, but faced with these souls devoured by war, he felt rage clogging his chest like ice for the first time, with nowhere to escape.

Tang Wutong tightened her grip on his hand.

"Yuhao, calm down. Don't let him provoke you."

"I know," Huo Yuhao said quietly. "But I'm definitely going to blow Xu Tianran to pieces."

Platinum Light Wings unfolded behind her. Gazing at the evil god's shadow within the black fog, Tang Wutong suddenly understood that the thing this chapter truly needed to cut down was right before her. Ambition, war, evil soul techniques, and imperial power that treated human lives as fuel—Xu Tianran and the Holy Spirit Cult had twisted them all into one tangled mass.

Ye Guyi's holy light cut through black banners all the way forward. She pulled children bound