After absorbing the Psionic Energy Experience from those Titled Douluos, Leng Xiyue headed to the very center of the battlefield.
The main force of this Soul Master Legion had actually been the Governor's Residence's reserve troops, roughly a hundred thousand strong, most of them Soul Ancestors and Soul Kings. They had also been the ones charging at the very front without fear of death. Their bodies were relatively well preserved; after all, they had been hit by machine guns and small-caliber shells. Although they looked utterly gruesome, some Psionic Energy Experience could still be collected from them.
The Soul Masters farther back, who had scattered in every direction with little organization or discipline, were generally lower in rank. Only a few thousand had been Soul Ancestors or above, while the rest had been Soul Grandmasters and Soul Elders. Under the bombardment of the heavy cannons, virtually nothing remained of them.
Leng Xiyue had already prepared for a scene like this. "Xiao Bai, let's begin."
As soon as she spoke, Leng Xiyue felt her body grow light, and she slowly rose into the air.
Once they were in midair, Xiao Bai tapped the air, and a void passage only the size of a fist appeared. Yet it was as unfathomably deep as a black hole, carrying a powerful pull that seemed capable of devouring all things. The entire battlefield fell within its reach.
But it did not draw in any physical objects. It merely extracted blue motes of light from the corpses and remains.
These motes gathered into long rivers in the air, pouring into the black hole from every direction. Admittedly, if one set aside the bloody, brutal battlefield beneath their feet, the sight was quite beautiful.
At least Leng Xiyue, standing amid it all, felt as though she were