490: Soul-Eating Royal Family

Buzz—!

A chilling pressure that made one's Soul tremble swept over from the direction of the Netherworld Passage without warning, instantly covering the entire front-line battlefield!

This pressure carried a malice that decayed the Soul, far beyond what the previous Netherworld Creatures could compare to.

Dozens of figures appeared in the sky above the core of the battlefield.

The leader had a tall and slender figure, shrouded under a pitch-black cloak that seemed to be woven from countless wailing faces of pain; in the shadow of the hood, two dots of ghostly green Soul-fire burned brightly.

Dozens of people followed behind him!

"Soul-Corroding Royal Clan!"

In the distance, a well-informed Prodigy from the Dao Seeking Academy's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm, his voice carrying uncontrollable fear.

The Dao Seeking Academy possessed an ancient Legacy, so naturally, it had records regarding the Netherworld Realm.

"One of the ten great royal clans of the Netherworld Realm! They... how could they have come over now?!"

"The clamor of ants is annoying."

The leading black-robed royal clan member spoke, his voice bone-chillingly cold, as he casually waved the bone staff in his hand.

Clatter—!

Countless chains, condensed entirely from dark Soul Power and featuring distorted, pained faces on their surfaces, shot out from the Void Realm without warning!

"Ugh!"

"No—!"

Screams of agony instantly rang out across the battlefield.

Dozens of Cultivators who were in the middle of a fierce battle with Netherworld Creatures suddenly stiffened. Black blood oozed from their seven orifices, the light in their eyes quickly dimmed, and their bodies went limp like puppets with their strings cut.

Their Divine Souls were forcibly pulled out and devoured by those eerie Soul-chains in an instant!

When the chains retracted, tiny Soul-light points could be vaguely seen being greedily absorbed by the eyeball at the top of the bone staff.

"Delicious... unfortunately, they're too weak."

The black-robed Soul-Corroding Royal Clan member licked his lips, the Soul-fire under his hood flickering with even more greed.

Behind him, a burly giant in bone armor let out a low growl like muffled thunder and took a step forward, causing the ground to shake and crack violently.

The huge bone hammer in his hand, carrying ten thousand catties of force, smashed toward a talisman array formed by Disciples of the Profound Talisman Heaven-Reaching Sect without any fancy tricks!

Boom!!!

The talisman light flickered violently, supporting for only a moment before shattering.

The violent shockwave of power sent over a dozen Disciples flying back, coughing up blood with broken bones and tendons.

The giant grinned hideously, his bone hammer sweeping across, smashing two Loose Cultivators who were trying to rescue the others into mincemeat along with their Magic Treasures; the scene was incredibly bloody.

A bewitching woman let out a bell-like laugh, yet it was more bone-chilling than the cold wind of the Nine Netherworlds.

Her figure swayed, transforming into dozens of phantom-like resentful spirits that were hard to distinguish between real and fake, pouncing toward the crowd.

The Soul-spikes her ten fingers had turned into shot out like lightning. Each time they struck, they ignored physical defense, directly piercing through the Cultivators' protective spiritual light and into their foreheads!

Chih! Chih! Chih!

Several more Cultivators at the early stage of the Law Realm had an imperceptible black dot appear on their foreheads; their eyes instantly became hollow, and they fell straight down.

Their Divine Souls had been instantly annihilated by those eerie Soul-spikes!

"Form an array! Defend against Divine Soul attacks!"

"Don't look directly at that woman!"

"Retreat quickly!"

The battlefield instantly fell into massive chaos and panic.

The power and eerie methods of the Soul-Corroding Royal Clan far exceeded those of ordinary Netherworld Creatures. With just one move, they caused heavy casualties, severely suppressing the Aura that the Eastern Region Cultivators had just tempered.

"Seeking death!"

An extremely cold shout full of killing intent exploded like thunder from the Nine Heavens!

A terrifying Sword Qi, as brilliant as a blazing sun and supremely masculine and positive, tore through the pervading bloody Evil Qi. With an indestructible force, it slashed directly at the dark Soul-chains flying in the sky and devouring Divine Souls!

It was Di Qianjie!

He had appeared in the sky above the core of the battlefield at some point, dressed in clothes as white as snow, untainted by a single speck of dust against the backdrop of blood and fire. Only the divine sword in his hand, named Qian Jie, breathed out terrifying Sword Qi that caused even space to freeze.

His eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice as he looked at the black-robed figure of the Soul-Corroding Royal Clan, as if looking at a dead object.

Wherever the sword light passed, those eerie and sinister Soul-chains made sizzling burning sounds and snapped one after another!

The Divine Souls of several Cultivators who were bound by the Soul-chains and about to be devoured suddenly felt a warm and upright power cut through their bonds. They narrowly escaped death and collapsed to the ground, their hearts still pounding with lingering fear.

"Oh? Interesting."

The Soul-fire under the hood of the black-robed Soul-Corroding Royal Clan member flickered, showing a hint of seriousness for the first time.

He waved his bone staff again, and more Soul-chains emerged from the Void Realm like venomous snakes, weaving into a massive Soul-net that covered the sky and earth, descending upon Di Qianjie!

At every intersection of the Soul-chains on the net, a pained and roaring Soul-face appeared, emitting terrifying ripples that eroded the Divine Soul.

"Paltry tricks!"

Di Qianjie's voice didn't waver in the slightest.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the Qian Jie divine sword stabbed out in a mysterious trajectory.

"Nine Heavens Annihilation: Tribulation Breaker!"

The sword light was not grand, but it was condensed to the extreme, carrying a will that broke through ten Qian Jie!

Chih—!

That Soul-net, which seemed incredibly tough and capable of devouring Divine Souls, shattered inch by inch under this sword strike, turning into black light points that scattered across the sky.

Almost at the same time Di Qianjie made his move, another violent figure had already smashed toward the rampaging bone-armored giant like a falling star!

"Scumbag! Your opponent is me!"

The dragon fall spear in his hand erupted with blinding golden light, the spear shaft vibrating and emitting an ear-splitting dragon roar!

"Army-Breaking God-Slaying: Mountain Crusher!"

Without any probing, his first move was a killing blow!

The spear radiance condensed into a lifelike golden angry dragon, carrying a terrifying momentum that could shatter stars and trample mountains and rivers, as it pierced directly toward the bone-armored giant's chest!

The speed was so fast and the power so fierce that the air let out an explosive boom as it was torn apart.

The bone-armored giant felt a fatal threat. He let out a wild roar, abandoned his pursuit of other Cultivators, and swung his massive bone hammer in a full circle, meeting the golden spear dragon head-on with a whistling, evil wind!

Thick Netherworld Death Qi condensed on the hammerhead, forming a hideous skull phantom.

Boom!!!!!!!

The spear tip and the hammerhead collided fiercely!

The ear-piercing sound of clashing metal rang out in all directions, and a violent shockwave of energy exploded in a ring, sending low-level Netherworld Creatures and Cultivators who couldn't dodge in time flying for dozens of yards, while a layer of the ground was forcibly scraped away!

The bone-armored giant groaned. His arm, covered in thick bone armor that was enough to withstand a strike from an ordinary Sacred Artifact, actually felt a surge of sharp pain!

The Netherworld Death Qi covering the bone hammer was dispersed by the supremely masculine and positive spear-gang. A deep dent was even pierced into the hammerhead, with fine cracks spreading out!

The bone-armored giant was sent flying dozens of meters, crashing heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.

"Filthy Soul-filth, you dare to cause trouble here?" Di Jintian's cold voice rang out.

He locked onto the bewitching Soul-corroding woman who had been launching sneak attacks with Soul-spikes.

The god-demon wings behind him fully unfurled, one side flowing with dark-gold divine radiance and the other burning with dark demonic flames, emitting a terrifying pressure woven from divinity and demonism.

Di Jintian struck with both fists; his left fist's dark-gold divine fire was as brilliant as the sun, while his right fist's dark demonic flame was as deep as an abyss. The two diametrically opposite yet perfectly fused flames, like two roaring angry dragons, bombarded the Martial Skill released by the bewitching woman!

Boom!

The God-Demon Fury Flames and the invisible power of the curse collided violently, erupting in a blinding flare!

Space distorted violently, and the Laws in that area seemed to be burned into disorder by the rampaging flames.

"What?!" The bewitching woman revealed a look of shock for the first time.

The Death-Word Curse-Kill that she was famous for was actually broken so overbearingly!

Di Jintian's eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice. With a flap of his god-demon wings, he transformed into a streak of light woven from god and demon, pouncing straight at the bewitching woman:

"I'll take your life!"

The phantom of the God-Demon Heaven-Rending Claw condensed between his fingers, carrying a terrifying sharpness that tore through space.