An Zhou deliberately infused his voice with demonic energy.
His words echoed far and wide.
Inside the outpost, the weaker Demon Suppression Guards couldn't see what was happening between Shen Mo and An Zhou.
But figures like Zhong Baisheng and the other Heaven-rank Demon Suppression Guards, if they focused, could still see the true battle.
At a glance, they recognized those vicious souls—and their identities.
Next to Zhong Baisheng, a tall commander cried out, “Mas—”
But before he could finish, Zhong Baisheng quickly covered his mouth.
Zhong Baisheng whispered, “That’s not your master. It’s just a vicious soul forged by An Zhou.”
The tall commander’s eyes dimmed as he understood.
Their master had been curse-killed long ago.
If he were still alive, there was no way he’d help An Zhou defend against Shen Mo.
What stood there was nothing but a lingering remnant, refined into a vicious soul by An Zhou’s evil curse power.
In the end, An Zhou was the one most deserving of death.
Zhong Baisheng gave a low command, “All Heaven-rank Demon Suppression Guards, listen up! No matter what you see, it’s all fake!”
On the city wall, every Heaven-rank Demon Suppression Guard straightened and nodded heavily.
Whether human, yokai, or flood dragon,
anyone who reached the rank of Heaven-rank Demon Suppression Guard was no fool.
They instantly realized that An Zhou was speaking so loudly just to show them those vicious souls—
trying to tie Shen Mo’s hands.
To make Shen Mo hesitate.
But Zhong Baisheng’s warning had come just in time.
As long as the Heaven-rank Demon Suppression Guards didn’t say anything, the others wouldn’t even notice the vicious souls.
With that, An Zhou’s ploy was foiled.
An Zhou saw that the Xuanwu Six-One Outpost didn’t react at all.
He realized that someone had anticipated his scheme and killed it before it could spread,
leaving no room for it to ferment.
Shen Mo didn’t look back.
The moment he saw those vicious souls, he already understood An Zhou’s plan.
Even if there were all sorts of voices from the outpost—even if Dharma Manifestation stage experts begged him not to strike—he would still make his move.
Showing weakness and mercy to the enemy is cruelty to yourself.
On matters , Shen Mo never hesitated.
Shen Mo pointed his finger.
The Void Ancient Sword stabbed straight toward those vicious souls.
They charged at him, fearless of death,
The first vicious soul was obliterated in an instant.
Then the second, third, fourth…
Even the one that had been the Demon Suppression General dashed itself against the Void Ancient Sword.
But in their final moments, there was a flash of relief in those hollow eyes—
as if the endless torture of hell had finally ended.
To An Zhou, however, the Void Ancient Sword was absolutely terrifying.
His vicious souls, refined over many years, couldn't even slow it down for a second.
“I am a master of authority—I won’t die here!”
An Zhou gave a low cry, grabbed An Zhenkuan, and threw him toward the Void Ancient Sword.
He himself used the recoil to shoot off into the distance.
An Zhenkuan hadn’t even reacted before the next instant—
that razor-sharp, all-piercing Void Ancient Sword was right in front of him!
A thousand words crowded An Zhenkuan’s heart.
Earlier, when he’d heard An Zhou talk about using An Zhenlong as a sacrifice, he’d wondered if he might be used the same way someday.
He never thought that day would come so soon!
The Void Ancient Sword pierced right through An Zhenkuan in an instant.
The body of the Golden-Crowned True Demon Lord couldn’t slow the sword even a hair.
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