He wandered aimlessly through the darkness, having already lost all sense of time, his entire body exhausted and his heart a barren wasteland.
Perhaps someone decided the time was ripe. The countless versions of himself in those scenes shattered, and the still void began to stir as cracks appeared, tracing out silhouettes.
Accompanied by a faint, scattered rustling, several black ghost souls took their place.
Tang Qingye slowly raised his head and looked at the trash ahead. Yes, his was precisely the gaze one gave a pack of useless fools.
"You're too arrogant!"
These ghost souls came in many varieties, human and Soul Beast alike, but without exception, he had either killed them or indirectly caused their deaths.
A quick count put their number at over a thousand at least, with Heaven Dou City taking first place.
Thick malice and resentment radiated from these ghost souls as they stared hatefully at Tang Qingye with blood-red eyes.
"Tang Qingye, you demon! Our Tang Sect never had any quarrel with you. Why did you have to wipe us out to the last man?"
"You colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult. You've already chosen the way of death!"
"Noisy."
Tang Qingye's voice was flat as he stepped forward. His eyes, clouded and exhausted just moments before, abruptly grew still, black as an abyss, and an aura of slaughter spread.
With that single step, the ants felt as though the entire world had changed. A formless, intangible pressure crashed into them. This was no impact of Soul Power, but a crushing force originating from the soul, from the will.
It was as though the one standing before them was not a human stripped of his support, but a sovereign descending upon the nine heavens.
The instant these ghost souls sensed that aura, fear involuntarily