After taking in several souls, Romon quickly withdrew from Shennong Horn Space. He stood somewhat despondently at the cave entrance, gazing outside and sighing.
As a human, seeing his former kind reduced to such a state, even Romon, detached as he was by nature, could not help feeling a faint ache in his heart.
He was human first, and only then a Saint Druid.
What was more, his soul had come from Earth, from a world of pure humans.
"It isn't that I don't want to save you. It's simply that I'm powerless." Watching human souls continually fall from the sky, Romon spoke silently.
Of course, he could continue using Holy Power to conjure nets and catch a few more souls. But just as that old man had said, as time passed, corrosive power would continually seep out from this place. Even if he saved these souls now, what then?
Unless he sent every rescued soul into Shennong Horn Space, their demonic corruption would only be a matter of time.
"My Divine Kingdom is simply too weak. Taking in those few souls just now was something I had no choice but to do. If I accepted so many tens of millions of souls, my Divine Kingdom would only collapse. I'm sorry." Facing another Soul Downpour outside, Romon spoke with melancholy in his heart.
Naturally, those souls could not hear Romon's apology. They could not even see him. Romon had already sealed the cave entrance with Holy Power. Standing inside and looking out, he seemed to be watching a torrential rain through a window.
The scene outside was terrifying beyond compare, yet the cave itself was spacious and comfortable.
Romon watched for a while. Seeing that no Soul Downpour was falling for the moment and that the Human-Faced Insects outside were