Li Xia did not yet know that this battle had earned him the regard of many members of the older generation.
His flexible moral boundaries and disregard for fair play during combat had won widespread approval as well.
Especially in the Western Lands Cloud Palace.
A noblewoman had taken a tremendous interest in him.
"A mere Little Monk could actually wield Tessaiga so proficiently? Not only did he use Wind Scar, he even unleashed Backlash Wave?! His talent for manipulating demon energy is no worse than that dead rascal's..."
As she watched the boy's retreating figure and looked at his Kirin Arm, her feelings grew even more complicated.
Manganomaru met with disaster, and the soul sacrifice ritual was interrupted. The countless souls intercepted along the way before they could enter the Inheritance Orb were all spared.
As the barrier obstructing them dispersed, those souls spontaneously returned to their respective bodies.
Meanwhile, in the northeast.
The dozens of red Mutated Soul Collectors in the sky, which had swallowed no fewer than twenty or thirty thousand souls, also spat out all the living souls and dead souls they had previously sucked into their bodies, allowing those creatures' souls to return to their respective bodies.
This alone saved at least several thousand humans and several thousand demons.
Finally, Enju disappeared into the mountains with those Soul Collectors.
Of course.
Although Enju and the other reclusive figures had acted quickly, they could not change the fact that millions of mountain spirits and monsters, along with hundreds of thousands of human villagers, had already perished en masse because of Manganomaru.
Mountain spirits and monsters were no stronger than adult humans. Otherwise, humanity would have vanished long ago.
As for the human villages? Those villages without monks or priestesses deploying barriers to protect them had