On the battlefield, Black Impermanence was like a deadly black whirlwind.
They moved freely through enemy lines.
The scythe in his hand was like a soul-reaping hand reaching out from the Nine Nether Hell.
Wherever they went, the spirits of the Tree Clan were like fragile candle flames.
They were all mercilessly pulled out and instantly swallowed by the scythe.
It becomes nourishment for the soul power of Black Impermanence.
This scythe of death, wherever its sharpness points, renders the souls of all living beings as insignificant as ants.
Completely powerless to resist, it has become the nemesis of all kinds of spirits.
The atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of death.
Soon, the Black Impermanence's ghostly acts of slaughter...
Like phosphorescence in the darkness, it attracted the burning gaze of a powerful figure.
An elder of the Black Tree Clan, at the Origin God Fourth Layer,
His gaze was fixed on the Black Impermanence, and he thought to himself:
"This Human Race is so strange, the weapon in his hand..."
It can actually steal their souls across realms; it's truly extremely evil.
If we allow him to act so arrogantly, our clan will be in imminent danger.
Thinking of this, the elder's black soul power surged like a raging torrent.
Without a word, wielding a black spear, he thrust it straight at Black Impermanence like a black lightning bolt.
He roared angrily, " Human Race, how dare you! Take this!"
The spear swept across with immense force, its tip slicing through the air.
It emitted a sharp hiss, as if it wanted to pierce through the Black Impermanence in an instant.
Black Impermanence, however, seemed to have anticipated this, a slight smile playing on his lips.
A sly, cold smile appeared on his face, and his figure vanished instantly.
It was as if they had merged into the void.
The next moment, he appeared behind the elder like a ghost.
The soul-snatching chain in his hand shot out like a nimble, venomous snake.
It struck straight at the elder's soul.
The elder turned around in horror, but it was too late.
I felt my soul being pulled by a powerful suction force.
He cried out in alarm, " Human Race, you can forget about it..." Before he could finish speaking,
His soul had been forcibly pulled out of his body and was struggling futilely in mid-air.
"Excellent, excellent. A soul at around the Origin God First Layer is greatly nourished."
Black Impermanence licked his lips, his face full of greed.
He actually threw the elder's soul into his mouth like candy.
The teeth clenched, producing a crisp, cracking sound.
The fluctuations of soul power after devouring the divine soul reverberated around him.
The dark light in his eyes grew even stronger.
This bloody scene was naturally witnessed by the other Black Tree Clan elders without any omission.
The crowd was filled with rage.
One of them was Fourth Layer Divine Soul cultivator who had a deep friendship with the slain elder.
Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, his roar was like a thunderclap:
"Seventh Brother, Human Race, you're courting death!" With that, he finished speaking.
He gathered power in his palm, and his powerful soul energy instantly coalesced into a single palm strike.
The black light in his palm resembled a deep Black Hole, swallowing up the surrounding light.
It came with a Heavenly Destruction force, suppressing everything in its path.
Black Impermanence felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast.
The overwhelming pressure made him catch his breath.
Without time to think, he hastily retreated.
But that palm strike was like a bone-deep infection, relentlessly following him.
It struck him squarely in the chest, and Black Impermanence flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
It crashed heavily into the battlefield ruins, raising clouds of dust.
"Damn it, he's actually a soul power cultivator. Very good, very good."
Black Impermanence wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes.
Instead, a surge of intense excitement welled up within him, and he gripped the scythe of death tightly in both hands.
His soul power, like burning black karmic flames, charged towards the enemy once more.
In an instant, the sound of metal clashing filled the air.
"Clang clang," "Crack crack," Mars flew everywhere.
The Black Tree Clan elder's eyes widened in fury, like burning embers.
A wave of heat surged forth with his anger.
He brandished his longsword, unleashing the fierce " Black Soul Nine Sabers ".
With the first strike, terrifying soul power erupted instantly.
It evolved in mid-air into a massive sword of soul power that could tear everything apart.
The blade's edge, like a materialized black lightning bolt, slashed towards Black Impermanence.
Wherever it passed, space seemed to be sliced by a sharp blade, rippling with twisted waves.
"The first of the Three Forms of Death."
Black Impermanence dared not be careless, his feet firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to deep rocks.
The unique soul power within his body surged wildly along his meridians to the Death Scythe.
In an instant, the scythe shone brightly, like a cold star in the dark night.
It clashed violently with the greatsword imbued with soul power.
In an instant, Blood Color light Explosion like fireworks.
A violent energy wave swept outwards, instantly sending surrounding boulders flying.
The ground was plowed into deep furrows.
"Even Origin God Fourth Layer is nothing special."
Black Impermanence said with a face full of disdain, but in his heart, a warning bell was ringing.
The Black Tree Clan elder's soul-slaying sword technique was fierce and domineering.
The lingering effects still reverberated in the air, like a surging undercurrent.
If you're not careful, you could drag him back into a desperate situation.
Black Impermanence knew very well that what had just seemed like a draw...
He had actually given it his all, but his opponent handled it with ease.
Its profound cultural heritage far exceeds expectations.
" Human Race brat, how dare you be so arrogant!"
The elder wouldn't allow him to be underestimated, and the second strike arrived in an instant.
This strike was faster than lightning; before the blade even arrived, its chilling spiritual power had already torn through the air.
It emitted a sharp screech, like the howling of countless evil spirits.
Black Impermanence dared not take the attack head-on; he lightly touched the ground with his feet and dodged to the side.
The scythe of death slashed in an arc, attempting to deflect the force with a clever technique.
He felt a tremendous force, like a python coiling around his body, causing his arms to ache and go numb.
His hand nearly cracked from the shock, and he staggered several steps before barely managing to steady himself.
"Hmph, trying to run? Not so easy!"
The elder saw through his intentions and launched a fierce attack, pressing forward relentlessly.
The flashing blades Vertical and Horizontal, weaving a web of death.
The Black Impermanence was trapped inside.
Each blade of light contained deadly soul power, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.
The slightest carelessness could result in one's soul being pierced.
Black Impermanence was in dire straits, but suddenly a glint flashed in his eyes.
He lunged headlong into the densest part of the net of blades.
Everyone thought he had gone mad and was courting death.
But at the critical moment, his figure twisted like a ghost.
Like a loach slipping through the gap in the blade, it instantly closed in on the elder.
" The Three Forms of Death, Second Technique - Soul Shadow Seizes the Soul!"
Black Impermanence roared, and his death scythe instantly split into several pitch-black phantoms.
Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, it went straight for the elder's soul.
The elder was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his soul power to protect himself.
Yet, a phantom still grazed past, as if slicing through one's soul with an ice blade.
With a tremor, the offensive stalled.
Black Impermanence seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, his scythe flashing, blood and shadows intertwining.
Like a malevolent demon descending upon the world, each strike was aimed at the elder's weakness in the circulation of his soul power.
This forced the opponent to retreat repeatedly.
On the other side of the battlefield, the other powerful Black Tree Clan, seeing this,
They roared and swarmed around, wanting to lend the elder a hand.
In an instant, various colors of soul power shone brightly, like a dazzling yet deadly galaxy pouring down.
The crowd formed a fan shape, blocking Black Impermanence's escape route.
The soul power attack was overwhelming, like a raging tsunami.
Despite being attacked from all sides, Black Impermanence showed no fear.
He charged left and right through the crowd, the scythe of death swinging with each movement.
A chorus of wails and cries of agony filled the air as they reaped lives and soul power.
But the number of wounds on his body kept increasing, and blood splattered everywhere.
His clothes were stained red, yet he seemed like a tireless grim God of Death, growing stronger with each battle.
"If this chaotic fighting continues, there will be no way to survive..."
Black Impermanence's gaze swept across the battlefield like lightning.
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon a Origin vortex at the edge of the battlefield.
The vortex resembled a sleeping behemoth, its spiritual energy fluctuations powerful and violent.
Even from a great distance, Black Impermanence could feel the oppressive aura that could crush everything.
" Wei Zhuang, that guy, actually has such a profound Origin."
Black Impermanence was utterly shocked, secretly thinking to himself that if he weren't a cultivator of the divine soul...
It has a unique resistance to soul power attacks, and I'm afraid it would be no match for Wei Zhuang in a one-on-one fight.
Fortunately, they are allies now, and the surging Origin force at the center of that vortex...
It might be the key to turning the tide of the battle.
" Human Race, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? Die!"
The Black Tree Clan elder, his eyes Xue Hong, was not about to let this fleeting opening slip by.
The longsword in his hand, imbued with double the soul power, surged forth like a black dragon emerging from the sea.
They attacked Black Impermanence relentlessly, their blades flashing wherever they touched.