The clamorous battlefield suddenly fell deathly silent.
From high above, a stretch of white ground a thousand zhang long and a hundred zhang wide had appeared. Every soldier who had once stood there had vanished without a trace. Even three layers of earth had been scraped away, exposing freshly turned soil beneath. Wisps of smoke from the scorching heat drifted through the air, carrying a pungent stench.
Sensing the fear, unease, dread, and other negative emotions deep within the humans below, the Evil-Eyed Saint King comfortably narrowed its eyes.
Back when all manner of Soul Beasts ruled the land and seas, these two-legged sheep had merely been food for Soul Beasts and Fierce Beasts like them. When had they ever been forced to retreat into the depths of the forest, too afraid to emerge?
Therefore, the Evil-Eyed Saint King felt not the slightest guilt over killing so many humans. On the contrary, it found the act rather satisfying.
"Wretched beast! Take my sword!"
At that moment, a voice like heavenly might descended from above, shattering the Evil-Eyed Saint King's moment of peace.
"Hm?"
The Evil-Eyed Saint King abruptly looked up and saw the Slaughter Sword, crimson as blood from hilt to tip and inlaid with all manner of mysterious runes, crashing down toward it in a savage slash!
A killing aura permeated the blade. It was so dense that it churned the entire sky into turbulence. In a daze, countless souls slain by the sword seemed to drift within it. Each one stared venomously at the Evil-Eyed Saint King, unleashing vicious mental assaults that could instantly shatter the mind of a level-thirty Soul Elder and turn them into a drooling idiot.
The Evil-Eyed Saint King's gaze hardened. It even saw several twisted soul faces upon the blade.
If it was