The Calamities on the ground felt an energy that made their souls tremble. They instinctively crouched low and backed away, as though a roaring beast stood before them, its blazing eyes wide open, about to burn them to ashes.
The usually calm and serious Ren Weixin abruptly raised his head, his lips curling into an exaggerated arc.
The fury he had suppressed for so long finally found an outlet. As knowledge of the pathways for Soul Creation poured into his mind, a broadblade took shape in Ren Weixin's hand.
The Red-Tasseled Broadblade pointed straight at the retreating Calamities. Fury awakened, the blade cut into the soul, tore through the long night, and pierced the throat of the Calamities' leader.
The Soul Blade, laden with savage fury, burst through its body and embedded itself in the ground, freely venting that long-suppressed rage and annihilating the surrounding Calamities along with their souls.
The air abruptly fell still.
The next second, the defense troops charged fearlessly at the Calamities.
"Calamities, you ****!"
"All I could do before was fire cannons because I had no power. Today, you bastards get to see my blade!"
This was a raging tide unleashed, a scene they had played out in their minds thousands of times, imagined countless times, and dreamed of.
Splashes of Calamity Power fluttered like gauze, setting off the bloodstained Soul Creations and their peerless sharpness.
The Calamities on the ground lost ground again and again. Under the near-frenzied slaughter, amid an unending chorus of wild, unrestrained laughter, they turned and retreated from Dead Island.
"Soul Power..."
The previously silent [Eternal Frozen Silence] murmured. A trace of life finally entered that hollow gaze, which turned indifferently toward Mo Yi and the others.
For an instant, they seemed to glimpse a world of pure white, where