Just as Qing Jie swung his butcher's blade in the secluded valley, slaughtering all seven hundred bandits under his command to cut off future trouble-
The main battlefield at Fallen Soul Slope also reached the moment of final reckoning.
Qing Jie's "cleanup" was one move on Qing Chen's chessboard; the harvest on the main battlefield was one of the closing moves in this grand game.
At Fallen Soul Slope, Commander Wu Hun had abandoned the Southern Yue army and fled for his life, while the Firepit Great Cave Lord had perished without even bones remaining. The surviving soldiers of the Soul-Devouring Department and the Eighteen Strongholds of Southern Yue were dragons without a head, reduced to headless flies.
Dozens of Golden Core cultivators shouted desperately, trying to gather their personal guards into formations to protect themselves or organize a retreat. But without a True Lord-level figure holding the field, their efforts were like a mantis raising its arms against a chariot before the mountain-collapse momentum of defeat, scattered by the tide of people in an instant.
No one wanted to be a sacrificial pawn or a fool left holding the rear.
Without a powerful figure to keep them in check, the evil of human nature revealed itself to the fullest.
"The Marquis has ordered! Blood for blood, tooth for tooth against the Southern Yue barbarians! Those who slay the enemy and earn merit will receive generous rewards of annual pay!"
Lin Changsheng projected his voice across the battlefield with his true essence. He shook the Black Yin Thousand-Soul Banner, sending billowing yin-demonic corpse qi sweeping specifically toward the Golden Core cultivators still forming ranks.
Stripped of the protection of the Southern Yue military formation's fortune, these Golden Core cultivators amounted to nothing before the demon banner's killing intent, which, strengthened