Seven Kill King Chen Xin (10,000 Words)

The Wind of Eternal Rest died down, and Huo Yutong burst out of the ground, continuing swiftly toward the depths of the Aberrant Forest.

But this time, before she had gone very far, the expression beneath her faceplate grew increasingly subtle and strange.

Had her luck finally turned?

Within the detection range of her spiritual domain, a humanoid creature clad in Soul Stone armor was racing east at extreme speed.

Only, compared with the Nether King Set on Huo Yutong, which could be called luxurious, the other party's black armor had already suffered damage in many places, and part of its soul aura was leaking out.

Even part of its somewhat illusory soul body was exposed, appearing dim and dull. No matter how one looked at it, it seemed utterly dispirited.

Judging by its state, what it had gone through earlier and its current situation could absolutely not be called good.

And that was indeed the case.

Its soul power was nearly exhausted, its half-formed Heart of Soul was already on the verge of collapse, and its Holy Blessing Battle Armor was damaged almost to the limit, nearly unable to function.

All of this left the quasi-high-ranking undead known as the Seven Kill King in a process of gradually sinking into despair.

The battle against the Aberrant Soul Body lords lingered in his soul like a nightmare. Countless mid-ranking undead had been buried in that meat-grinder-like battlefield.

Even king-level existences like him had died by the dozens.

Aberrant Soul Bodies had surged out from every direction. Who knew how many valiant warriors had been buried on this land, their souls breaking apart into fragments?

Facing enemies nearly ten times their number, the Eternal Slumber Country had sent out almost all its elites, and only then had they barely broken through