The wails of the wronged souls finally vanished into the Myriad Souls Banner, leaving only the wind, shrill as a crane's cry, to mourn across the vast plain.
Long Xiaoyao easily thwarted the Shrek group's desperate assault, leaving them powerless against the evil right before their eyes.
Xuan Zi grunted and forcibly swallowed the blood he had nearly spat out. Being suppressed by Long Xiaoyao had dealt his already battered body another blow.
"Xuan Zi, I promise you we'll leave soon. Take the civilians and evacuate Shrek City."
Long Xiaoyao gave him one final warning.
The Myriad Souls Douluo's soul secret technique finally drew to a close. He put away the Myriad Souls Banner like someone who had just enjoyed a hearty meal, yet remained unsatisfied, gazing greedily toward the urban districts of Shrek City.
Shrek had been devastated by the beast tide, and its powerful fighters had suffered heavy blows. This was the perfect opportunity for a slaughter. But Long Xiaoyao was not an evil soul master and had no desire to kill indiscriminately. The Myriad Souls Douluo did not dare act on his own either, lest Long Xiaoyao prove unable to protect him.
Xuan Zi's blood and qi were unstable, his soul power in disarray. Knowing he was helpless against the Holy Spirit Cult, all he could do was keep condemning and cursing them.
"Long Xiaoyao, you're already over two hundred years old, with few years left. Must you commit such crimes against heaven and conscience, condemning yourself to never be reborn?"
The Dark Holy Dragon that Long Xiaoyao had become did not answer. He merely closed his dragon eyes slightly, as though unwilling to hear Xuan Zi's voice anymore.
Just then, a wave of air surged through the sky from the direction of the Star Dou Great