When the last wisp of evil baleful energy dissipated into nothingness within the Angel Sacred Light, this purging battle completely came to an end.
Inside the mountain valley, the smoke gradually dispersed, and the original stench, chill, and violent aura that permeated the air were swept away.
Only the faint warmth left by the Angel Sacred Light remained, along with the slightly rhythmic breathing of everyone as they panted.
Xu Tianhao stood with his hands behind his back, the halo in his Sun Moon Divine Pupils slowly receding, and that pair of evil compound eyes also vanished, returning to his usual calm appearance.
Long Aotian leaned on his soul tool battle-axe, panting slightly. Although the spirit power fluctuations on his body were somewhat disordered, his gaze remained sharp.
Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen stood side by side, the aura of their blending spirit power slowly dispersing.
The two looked at each other, both seeing the satisfaction and a hint of fatigue after the fierce battle in each other's eyes.
Nana transformed back into her human form, lightly flicking the soul tool longsword at her fingertips to shake off the imperceptible baleful energy clinging to it.
The True Fire of the Sun surrounding Xu Tianzhen's body slowly withdrew, and her originally sharp aura softened.
Everyone's gaze fell simultaneously upon the holy figure in the center of the field.
At this moment, the Angel Sacred Light still flowed around Ye Guyi, but it was more condensed, heavier, and more majestic than before.
She closed her eyes slightly, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, allowing the surging spirit power within her body to gallop incessantly through her meridians.
Previously, she had successively purified the two Evil Soul Emperors, Black Fiend and Furious Fiend, as well as five Evil Soul Kings, and a dozen or so Evil Soul Sects and Evil Soul Venerables.
Such a large number of Evil Soul Masters were completely purified by her using her Angel Martial Soul.
Those sinister and violent forces were converted by the Angel Sacred Light into the purest, gentlest, and most compatible sacred light energy, continuously pouring into her limbs and bones.
Her spirit power, which had already reached level thirty-nine, surged again under this terrifying accumulation.
An aura far thicker and more majestic than before erupted from within Ye Guyi's body.
The boundary of a Three-Ring Soul Elder was easily broken through like thin paper.
Level forty.
Quasi-Spirit Ancestor.
Ye Guyi slowly opened her eyes, two holy golden lights flashing briefly in her pupils before returning to normal.
She could clearly feel that her spirit power foundation, mental strength, and physical endurance had all stepped onto a brand-new level.
Now, she only needed one spirit ring to advance and become a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.
Stepping into level forty meant she had truly moved beyond the category of low-level Spirit Masters and gained the qualification to stand on her own.
What surprised her even more was that the number of Evil Soul Masters purified this time was truly massive, including many who far exceeded her own level.
This energy lay dormant in her body, waiting for her to absorb her fourth soul ring and completely stabilize her realm, at which point it would burst forth and push her spirit power level up another notch.
Ye Guyi lightly clenched her fist, feeling the power rushing through her body. She nodded slightly toward Xu Tianhao and the others, her eyes full of gratitude.
If it weren't for her companions' cooperation along the way, she wouldn't have been able to harvest so many Evil Soul Masters so smoothly.
Just as everyone's breathing settled, a burly figure quietly appeared—it was Poison Immortal.
In Poison Immortal's hand was a dying figure, held like a dead dog.
The person's hair was disheveled, his robes were in tatters, and his spirit power was completely sealed.
His meridians seemed to have been eaten away and destroyed by some terrifying poison, and his skin took on a strange greenish-black color.
His limbs hung limply, his body twitched uncontrollably from time to time, and a weak, painful whimper escaped his mouth.
His eyes were unfocused, yet they held a despair born of being tortured to the brink of madness.
This person was the leader of this group of Evil Soul Masters, the level seventy-eight Evil Soul Saint, Xue He.
With Poison Immortal's cultivation, dealing with a level seventy-eight Xue He was effortless.
Xue He was instantly suppressed by Poison Immortal, his spirit power sealed, and then controlled with poisonous torture, making him wish he were dead, unable even to commit suicide.
Poison Immortal's gaze swept across the messy but clean battlefield in the valley, then looked at Xu Tianhao, Long Aotian, Ye Guyi, and the others.
Although these little guys were tired, their fighting spirit remained undiminished, and a clear look of satisfaction appeared on Poison Immortal's face.
He nodded slightly, his voice carrying a hint of praise: "Not a bad performance."
"You little guys, so young yet able to join forces to kill two Evil Soul Emperors, five Evil Soul Kings, and wipe out this entire team of Evil Soul Masters."
"Looking across the entire continent, among those of the same level, no one can surpass you."
As he finished speaking, his wrist loosened.
"Bang—"
Xue He was thrown onto the ground like a dead dog, hitting the earth with a dull thud.
Xue He struggled a few times but didn't even have the strength to lift his head, only able to lie there, gasping for breath.
At this moment, he truly could neither live nor die.
How overbearing was Poison Immortal's natal poison? It was like countless tiny poisonous insects constantly gnawing at his soul and flesh.
Intense pain, itching, numbness, and burning heat—various tortures intertwined, enough to make anyone break down.
If his spirit power hadn't been completely sealed, making him unable even to self-detonate his spirit rings, he would likely have chosen to end his own life long ago rather than suffer this living death.
Seeing this, Ye Guyi instinctively wanted to step forward with her sword and purify him directly.
But just as she moved, she instinctively stopped, her gaze shifting slightly toward Xu Tianhao.
Xu Tianhao understood and looked up slightly.
In the next moment, two clusters of evil, cold, crimson light flickered, and layers of compound eye patterns opened up beneath the corners of his eyes.
The Evil Gods Eye appeared once more.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, but a strange pressure that pierced straight into the source of the soul quietly enveloped Xue He as he lay on the ground.
"Evil Gods Eye external Spirit Bone skill: Soul Deprivation."
Under normal circumstances, Xue He was a level seventy-eight Spirit Saint, and his mental force was far beyond that of an ordinary Spirit Master.
With Xu Tianhao's current cultivation, forcibly performing Soul Deprivation on him would not only be difficult to succeed but could also result in a backlash from the other's mental force, harming himself.
But now, the situation was completely different.
Xue He had long been tortured by Poison Immortal's poison until his spirit was on the verge of collapse, his mind blurred, and his consciousness scattered.
Furthermore, Xue He's entire spirit power was sealed, and his soul defense was as fragile as a broken sieve.
Combined with the frantic surging of fear, despair, and unwillingness in his heart, he had no strength left to resist the intrusion on the soul level.
Xu Tianhao directly pulled out Xue He's soul, his mental force like a silent, thin needle, easily piercing deep into the depths of Xue He's soul.
Scene after scene of memory fragments poured into Xu Tianhao's mind like a tide.
Xue He had the cultivation of a Spirit Saint, and his status was far above that of Black Fiend and Furious Fiend, so he naturally had contact with more secrets.
Xu Tianhao did not linger, directly extracting the most critical and core information from his memories.
The Holy Spirit Cult's other arrangements in this area, the locations of altars, the purpose of sacrifices, the arrangements of high-level officials, hidden branches, and so on.
In just a few breaths, all the key information was mastered.
The evil light of Xu Tianhao's Evil Gods Eye slowly receded, and the compound eyes at the corners of his eyes vanished.
He closed his eyes gently, slightly digesting the memories he had just obtained. When he opened them again, a layer of coldness and frost had appeared in his gaze.
He nodded lightly to Ye Guyi.
"It's done."
Ye Guyi said no more, nor did she hesitate.
She took a step, her figure gliding in front of Xue He, and slightly raised the longsword in her hand.
Sacred light surged on the longsword, purer and more majestic than any time before.
Feeling the sacred light pressure that specifically countered Evil Soul Masters, Xue He didn't just feel fear, but also a hint of fear-like relief.
"Puchi—"
The sword light flashed, clean and decisive.
The Evil Soul Saint with a level as high as seventy-eight was decapitated on the spot.
Ye Guyi's wrist shook slightly, and the Angel Sacred Light swept down like a tide, enveloping Xue He's physical body as well as the dense evil baleful origin that dissipated.
The purification power surged frantically. Xue He's even more majestic evil power rapidly melted before the Angel Sacred Light like snow meeting the scorching sun.
At this moment, Ye Guyi had only just stepped into level forty, while Xue He was a genuine level seventy-eight Spirit Saint.
The gap between the two was so large it was difficult to estimate.
The improvement this purification brought her even exceeded the sum of the previous five Evil Soul Kings and the dozen or so Evil Soul Sects and Evil Soul Venerables.
A massive amount of pure sacred light energy poured into her body like a mountain torrent.
Allowing her newly broken-through level forty realm to stabilize rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Having done all this, Ye Guyi sheathed her sword and stood, exhaling a long breath of turbid air, her aura becoming even more steady.