"There's something unusual about that flower! Be careful!"
Just as everyone was wondering what the Netherworld Grand Duke was up to, the Seventh Elder suddenly cried out.
He even abandoned his pursuit of the Netherworld Grand Duke and lunged toward the lotus.
However.
He was still a step too late.
Countless streaks of silver radiance had already burst from the lotus, filling the sky in a dense, overwhelming swarm.
"Danger!"
He had no way to dodge and could only use the Clear Sky Hammer as a shield.
Even so, in that brief instant, more than a dozen streaks of light pierced his protective Soul Power and burrowed into his body.
The excruciating pain made the Seventh Elder wish he were dead.
And if even he suffered this badly, what chance did the others have?
"Aaaah..."
Wails filled the battlefield as Soul Masters fell like wheat before a sickle.
At that moment, whether they were Soul Ancestors, Soul Kings, Soul Saints, or Soul Douluos, they all began to fall.
All beings were equal before the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus.
"How could this happen?"
A long while later, the Seventh Elder was the only person still standing on the battlefield.
He looked around, his face blank with bewilderment.
He simply could not understand what had happened!
"Tang Hu! All of you, get up!"
The Seventh Elder flashed over to the Clear Sky Sect disciples.
But though some stared with wide-open eyes and others wore expressions of anguish, not one of them answered him.
"Dead... they're all dead!"
"Not a single survivor!"
The Seventh Elder looked as though lightning had struck him, his face utterly desolate.
"Your Majesty, are you all right?"
Not far from the Seventh Elder, a voice suddenly came from a pile of corpses.
Then three people staggered to their