"Evil Emperor, isn't taking advantage of our plight like this rather underhanded of you...?"
The Evil Demon Forest.
Long Xiaoyao supported Ye Xishui. Her hair, already half white, made her face look even more aged, like an evil witch from a fairy tale who, deprived of the nourishment of a princess's powers, had laid bare all her weariness.
Her inability to devour souls dealt another crushing blow to her already grievously wounded body. She could not recover her strength, and her cooperation with the Evil Eye Tyrant was on the verge of collapse, because one of his conditions for allowing the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters to remain in the Evil Demon Forest...
Was a fixed annual tribute of souls. For the Holy Spirit Cult, which had grown accustomed to throwing its weight around in the Sun Moon Empire and exchanging meaningful glances with its upper echelons, this had practically been a matter of lifting a finger, with no difficulty whatsoever.
But who could have imagined the upheaval that had now come...
Being grievously wounded by Mu En was secondary. After all, with the souls of the Sun Moon Empire's ordinary commoners to sustain her, she, Ye Xishui the Death God, would eventually rise again. The problem was that the very foundation of that comeback... absorbing soul entities, seemed, for some unknown reason, to have been bound by a certain rule.
No matter how many commoners she killed, their soul entities were forcibly taken away by that powerful rule. Not a single one remained.
Likewise, while she could not heal her own injuries, she naturally could not keep paying the Evil Emperor the "rent" for staying in the Evil Demon Forest.
This territory belonged to the Evil Emperor. They had not bought the land; they were merely temporary residents.
And so,