Although Ling Xiao still had countless questions in his heart that he wanted to ask, looking at Chunxiao and others' extremely exhausted looks, he knew that asking any more at this moment would be in vain.

They had already sacrificed too much for this battle, and what they needed most now was rest and recovery. So, he sighed softly, turned around and walked out of the magic needle space.

In front of you is a devastated battlefield, the smoke has not completely dissipated, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of blood and scorched earth.

Although he finally won, Ling Xiao's face could not hide his sadness. The joy of victory did not come as expected, but was replaced by an indescribable sadness.

The people of Zhenmo Mansion, whether they were soldiers or civilians, were immersed in deep sorrow. Although they defeated the enemy, the price was the loss of countless lives. Those brothers and friends who once fought side by side are now lying in bed.

On the cold ground, I can never wake up again.

The same is true for the people of the Soul Clan. There is no joy of victory in their eyes, only endless sadness. This battle is also a cruel test for them. Countless people have fallen on this land, and their

The fire of life was dimly extinguished on this battlefield.

Ling Xiao's eyes swept across the battlefield, with mixed feelings in his heart. He understood that victory in this battle was not without a price. Both sides paid a heavy price, countless families were broken, and countless lives were lost, which made this victory seem so...

heavy.

The Heavenly Soul Saint was kneeling on a battlefield littered with corpses. Surrounding her were the corpses of Soul Clan warriors.

Her whole body was stained red with blood, but she seemed to feel no pain or exhaustion. She just knelt there silently, her eyes empty and sad. In her heart, there was only endless sadness and self-blame.

She knew very well that as a saint of the Soul Clan, she had the responsibility to protect her people, but in this battle, she was powerless to prevent this tragedy from happening.

Hun Huan sighed deeply, his voice carrying a bit of exhaustion and helplessness, but more of determination and encouragement. Dragging his seriously injured body, he trudged step by step to the side of the Heavenly Soul Saint.

He patted her shoulder gently.

Although the palm is heavy, the power conveyed is warm and firm. "They are not cowards. Every fallen warrior is the pride of the Soul Clan. The future of the Soul Clan is built with their lives and blood."

Come out!"

The eyes of the Heavenly Soul Saint were red and tears welled up in her eyes, but she resisted and did not let them fall.

She gritted her teeth and her voice trembled slightly with excitement: "The Holy Church! I must avenge this revenge with my own hands! I will destroy the Holy Church with my own hands! Patriarch, I will remember this revenge forever and will never forget it!"

Hun Huan looked at the determined gaze of the Heavenly Soul Saint, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that the road to revenge was full of hardships and dangers, but he did not dissuade her. Because Hun Huan knew very well that for the Heavenly Soul Saint, revenge was not only respect for the deceased, but also the redemption of one's own heart.

"Then become stronger!" Hun Huan's voice was low and powerful, and every word struck the heart of the Heavenly Soul Saint like a heavy hammer. He understood that only by becoming stronger can he be qualified to challenge those

A seemingly invincible enemy.

However, Hun Huan's heart was also full of worries. He knew very well how powerful the Holy Church was, and just the Holy Master of the Soul-Zhenfu Holy Church could easily destroy them all.

What's more, the Holy Church also has more powerful branches and even headquarters. Those places gather the top power of the Holy Church, which is a height that they cannot currently reach.

"That's right, I'm too weak!" The Heavenly Soul Saint clenched her fists and dug her nails deeply into her palms, as if to remind herself that she must become stronger. Her voice revealed a kind of

Determination and unyielding are a profound reflection on self-understanding and a firm belief in the future.

She gritted her teeth and continued: "I need to become stronger and stronger than anyone else! Only in this way will my soul clan not be bullied by others, and no one will die miserably in this endless battle!

"Her eyes shone with determination, which was a desire for the future and a painful lesson from the past.

After saying that, she finally stood up, her eyes firm and decisive. She looked at Hunhuan, with a hint of request and determination in her voice: "Chief, please collect the corpses of my compatriots. I have to go to practice. I want to become

Stronger, for the soul clan and for those innocent lives lost."

Hun Huan nodded silently, his eyes were deep and complicated. He looked at Hun Wuxu's corpse in the distance, which was almost torn apart by knives, with a strong look of hatred in his eyes.

Hun Wuxu, who was once hailed as the genius of the Soul Clan, betrayed the clan and brought great disaster to the Soul Clan. Hun Huan knew very well that the Soul Clan must make changes to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mood. Then, he looked at the Soul Rain not far away. There was a trace of relief and expectation in his eyes. He knew that the Soul Clan still had hope and a future.

.

He walked over slowly, every step seemed so heavy and firm.

His heart was full of plans and expectations for the future. He knew that the Soul Clan had been divided for a long time and it was time to reunite. Only in this way can they unite as one, face the challenges of the future together, and become stronger

.

Next to Hun Yu, Hun Canglan lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and his fingertips turned slightly white from exertion.

His silence seemed to be a silent struggle and reflection deep in his heart. The air around him seemed to be frozen, and only the occasional faint sound of wind in the distance broke the silence.

"Repent?" Hun Yu's voice sounded softly, like the spring breeze blowing across the lake. Although it was light, it carried a power that could not be ignored. Her eyes were gentle and deep, as if she could penetrate the deepest secrets of the human heart.

Hun Canglan's body trembled slightly, as if something touched his heartstrings.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes sparkling with crystal tears, and his voice choked with sobs: "Sister, I didn't expect that war would be so cruel... Every battle and every sacrifice cuts my heart like a sharp blade.

.But I have never regretted coming out. I know that my choice was not wrong.

It’s just that I’m not strong enough, I’m not strong enough to protect everyone in our Soul Clan. Sister, tell me, how can I become stronger? How can I prevent such a tragedy from happening again?"

His eyes were full of eagerness and longing, as if he were a lost child looking for the way home in the vast sea of ​​people.

Hun Yu sighed softly and turned to Hun Huan, who was walking slowly. There was both expectation and determination in her eyes:

"The unification of the soul clan is the first step for us to become stronger. Only by uniting as one, can we activate those ancient cultivation methods and resources, so that our people can truly recuperate. Only in this way can we cultivate more powerful warriors
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