The Spirit Academy Tournament Ends

Not every Sovereign was as wealthy as Tiansong Dean. Some deans from smaller spirit academies had to borrow from acquaintances before they could scrape together ten thousand drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A series of explosions rang out as the corpses of those dead Sovereigns suddenly burst apart into clouds of blood mist. Their souls had long since been annihilated. Mu Chen had shown no mercy, wiping them out completely without leaving even their souls behind.

However, their souls had dissipated directly within their bodies, and their Soul Origins remained scattered throughout the corpses, not yet completely lost.

A crimson array emerged, releasing a powerful pull that dragged over the blood essence and the souls that had yet to disperse, melding them into its mysterious array patterns.

Having absorbed such immense blood essence and souls, the entire array became even more sinister, radiating a brilliant bloody glow that illuminated half the sky.

The grand array slowly spun and shrank, eventually turning into an Array Disk slightly smaller than a washbasin before landing in Hun Yufeng's hand.

Feeling the powerful fluctuations emitted by the "Blood Soul Pill" at the center of the Array Disk, a smile appeared on Hun Yufeng's face.

Seeing Heavenly Saint Dean and the others reduced to not even leaving behind corpses, with even their blood essence and souls absorbed and put to use, some of the deans felt a sense of sorrow for those of their kind. Their lips moved as though they wished to say something, but after glancing at Hun Miesheng's stiff, cold face, they swallowed their words.

Tang Qiu Dean took a deep breath, suppressing the shock brought by Mu Chen's actions, and asked, "What should we do next? More than a dozen deans have fallen. I'm afraid this tournament can't