True God's Descent, Divine Arts, and the Temptation of Resurrection: Six Thousand Words

The True Gods had altered this planet's rules and established the Martial Soul system.

As a result, to say Martial Souls were God's Gift, in a certain sense, actually seemed to be perfectly reasonable.

In the forest, Da Shan and the other tribal warriors watching the battle were very proud of the youths of their tribe.

This awakening had gone exceptionally smoothly.

Aside from the one who had currently died in battle, among the remaining twenty-odd youths, more than half had already awakened their Martial Souls, and four of them had even shown Soul Power.

For this tribe, it was a great joyous event.

In past trials, among more than twenty people, even one person awakening Soul Power was already an enormous joy. More often than not, no one awakened it at all.

Now four had appeared in one breath. How could this not make Da Shan and the others happy?

These were all the future of the tribe.

The more warriors with Soul Power were born, the stronger their tribe could become, so they could avoid being harmed by fierce beasts.

However, just as Da Shan and the others were rejoicing, that Netherworld Ghost Leopard with sixty thousand years of cultivation could no longer hold back.

As long as it could devour Da Shan, this Soul Saint, its cultivation would break through to seventy thousand years, and it would become an overlord of this forest.

As the black shadow flickered, the Netherworld Ghost Leopard turned into a streak of pitch-black lightning and charged straight toward Da Shan and the others.

At the same time, the dozens of its descendants with ten-year and hundred-year cultivation also rushed out.

Led by one ten-thousand-year and four thousand-year Netherworld Ghost Leopards, they headed straight for those Native youths who had just awakened their