The Bear King and the Demon King, along with other beast kings, roared with earth-shattering fury, their voices seemingly tearing the heavens apart.
The Bear King's massive body trembled violently as he raised his head and howled, his breath transforming into a gale that whipped up sand and stones.
"Qian Renshang!"
His voice was filled with endless grief and rage, each word carrying a heavy weight.
The Demon King's eyes were bloodshot, his sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from them.
"How could this be!"
His roar was filled with deep resentment and disbelief.
Bi Ji also wept, tears streaming down her beautiful eyes like broken pearls.
Her body swayed precariously, as if she had lost all strength.
"No, no, Qian Renshang won't just perish like this…"
Her voice trembled, filled with despair and sorrow.
They came full of confidence for revenge, never expecting to encounter the anomaly of the Angel God.
How could a god descend to the mortal realm and forcibly intervene?
They were completely powerless against him!
Despair filled everyone's hearts!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the area shrouded in light, their hearts filled with fear and doubt.
Had Qian Renshang really fallen?
Killed by the Angel God in a single blow?
They couldn't believe it, and they didn't want to believe it.
The entire battlefield was immersed in an atmosphere of grief.
The wind seemed to stop flowing at this moment, with only the mournful roars of the Beast Kings and the weeping of Bi Ji echoing in the air.
On the Spirit Empire's side, a scene of extreme excitement was presented in stark contrast to the Beast Kings.
Everyone's face was filled with almost manic joy.
Especially Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose originally tense and serious face now resembled a blooming flower of evil, every wrinkle squeezed together exaggeratedly, forming deep furrows.
His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, flashing with a gloating light like a vicious flame burning.
He opened his large mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and burst into a wild laugh:
"Hahahaha, that arrogant Qian Renshang is finally dead! Good riddance!
He thought he could contend with our Spirit Hall?
What a fool!"
The laughter was shrill and piercing, seemingly trying to penetrate everyone's eardrums.
Seeing his brother, Thousand-Jun Douluo, die a gruesome death, it would be a lie to say Golden Crocodile Douluo wasn't ruthless!
Chrysanthemum Douluo swayed his slender, snake-like waist, his makeup distorted by excessive excitement.
He spoke in a high-pitched, sarcastic tone,
"Hmph, this is the consequence of daring to challenge the authority of our Spirit Hall! You overestimated yourselves!
You dared to dream of changing anything?
Just like moths to a flame!"
The chrysanthemum spirit in his hand flickered with an eerie light, as if cheering for this "victory."
Ghost Douluo, on the other hand, laughed sinisterly, his laughter sounding like the wailing of a ghost from the deepest abyss, sending chills down everyone's spine.
His face, hidden in his black robe, was expressionless, but his slightly trembling body revealed his inner ecstasy.
"It's all over! Let's see what trouble those soul beasts can cause now!
With Qian Renshang dead, they're just a bunch of headless flies, nothing to fear!"
"With the help of the gods, how could our Spirit Hall possibly lose?"
The other members of the Spirit Hall also joined in the revelry.
They hugged each other, cheered, and some even danced with excitement.
Some people mocked the grieving beast kings, their words filled with sarcasm and contempt:
"Look at those pathetic beasts, they think they can change anything with just Qian Renshang, how naive!"
"Now that their leader is gone, let's see how arrogant they can be!"
Others spat in the direction of the beast kings, making all sorts of insulting gestures, completely immersed in this so-called victory, showing no awe or pity for the tragic scene just now.
However, amidst this noisy revelry, there were also a few slightly calmer people.
They looked at the area shrouded in light, a faint sense of worry in their hearts.
But soon, they were overwhelmed by the surrounding frenzied atmosphere and dared not think any further.
Xiong Jun didn't have time to grieve for long, because the Angel God's cold and ruthless gaze fell upon them again.
A pair of eyes devoid of any emotion, like merciless cold stars, coldly stared at the entire beast tide.
There was no pity, no hesitation in that gaze, only endless indifference and resolve.
"Damn beasts, humans are the masters of this continent!"
"You beasts, go back to where you came from!"
Since the Dragon God's rebellion and defeat, the entire divine realm had become a one-man show for human gods.
Those not of our kind are sure to have different hearts; the Angel God also disapproved of the soul beasts.
Then, without hesitation, the Angel God unleashed his third sword strike.
This strike carried a world-destroying force, as if it would utterly annihilate everything in the world.
The sword light flashed, like a giant bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.
"Destroy!"
All the soul beasts were filled with terror; their eyes, previously bloodshot with rage, were now consumed by fear.
They no longer cared about anything else and scattered in all directions.
In an instant, roars and trampling sounds mingled together, creating utter chaos.
Some soul beasts were knocked to the ground by their companions, and before they could even get up, they were engulfed by the surging tide of beasts; others, in their panic, collided with each other, falling to the ground only to desperately scramble to their feet and continue their escape.
"Everyone, defend!!!"
Xiong Jun and the others also felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Xiong Jun's massive body trembled slightly; his eyes widened, revealing sharp fangs, attempting to use his majesty to withstand the impending disaster.
The Demon King's face was deathly pale, his hands gripping his weapon tightly, his knuckles white from excessive force.
Brigitte's face was filled with despair, tears welling in her eyes, yet she stood resolutely, ready to face this life-or-death moment.
The others quickly began to deploy their defenses, their expressions grave, their soul power surging wildly.
Countless defensive shields instantly rose, their multicolored lights intertwining to form a seemingly impregnable line of defense.
Some soul beasts, however, did not flinch, using their massive bodies to block the terrifying sword light.
They roared deafeningly, charging headlong into the sword light with moving bravery and determination.
The scene was tragic; those brave soul beasts instantly turned to ashes in the light, not even having time to scream.
But the following soul beasts did not retreat in the slightest, continuing to charge forward as if trying to build a wall with their lives.
But the Angel God's power was too great; the dazzling sword light was unstoppable.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Sharp sounds of air being torn apart filled the air as his sword light ravaged the beast horde, spraying blood and sending limbs flying wherever it went.
It claimed the lives of countless soul beasts, turning the entire battlefield into a living hell.
A thick stench of blood permeated the air, and the ground was stained crimson with blood, forming rivers of crimson.
(End of Chapter)
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