Battle Through the Heavens: He marries Xun'er, but she refuses to consummate the marriage!

Rumble.

A deafening roar echoed from the dark, eerie land of the Soul Realm.

Clearly, the Soul Emperor's fury caused the entire Soul Realm to tremble.

A chilling black mist swirled intermittently in the dark sky, like countless ghosts whispering in hushed tones. The entire space was shrouded in a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere.

Seeing the Soul Emperor's fury, Soul Void was completely stunned.

For so many years, I have never seen the Soul Emperor so furious.

In the past, the Soul Emperor had always maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

At this moment, in the deepest part of that dark palace, the Soul Emperor sat on his high throne.

His handsome face was shrouded in gloom, his eyes were like abysses, radiating a suffocating pressure.

The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop abruptly due to his anger.

To the left of the Soul Emperor, Soul Void stood respectfully, a hint of trepidation on his face.

To the right of the Soul Emperor stood four figures.

They were dressed in uniform black robes and hooded heads, obscuring their faces.

But that chilling aura revealed their extraordinary identities.

These were none other than the four infamous demon saints of the Soul Clan—Soul Slayer, Soul Fiend, Soul Mirror, and Soul Flame.

These four individuals are all at the late stage of the Seven Star Battle Saint realm, making them the top combat force of the Soul Clan, second only to the Soul Emperor and the Void Devouring Flame.

"Clan leader, what should we do next? Are we just going to stay holed up in the Soul Realm forever?"

Hun Xuzi couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with anxiety.

The four Demon Saints all turned to look at the Soul Emperor, clearly awaiting their patriarch's decision.

now

The Soul Emperor fell silent.

A hint of confusion flashed in his deep, unfathomable eyes, clearly indicating that he was also finding the current predicament difficult to handle.

The hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the distant wails and howls of ghosts echoing incessantly, adding to the eeriness of the space.

"Keep waiting, wait until their patience wears thin, wait until the Six Clans Alliance disbands. At least for the next three hundred years, my Soul Clan bloodline will not decline!"

After a long while, the deep and majestic voice of the Soul Emperor slowly rang out.

Upon hearing this, everyone present exchanged bewildered glances.

Although this decision means that the Soul Clan must continue to lie low, it seems that they have no other choice under the current circumstances.

Hun Xuzi and the Four Demon Saints could only nod silently, a hint of helplessness flashing in their eyes.

Just then, the door to the main hall was suddenly pushed open.

A member of the Soul Clan rushed in, looking flustered.

"Clan Chief, something terrible has happened! Lord Void... Lord Void's condition seems to have worsened again!"

The tribesman spoke breathlessly.

Upon hearing this news, the Soul Emperor's face instantly darkened further. He abruptly stood up, unleashing a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"What?! Hurry!"

"The Soul Emperor said coldly, his voice tinged with anxiety."

Having said that, the Soul Emperor strode out of the main hall, followed closely by Soul Void Child and the Four Demon Saints.

Soon, the group arrived at another palace.

Countless black flames danced around the palace.

Pushing open the door, everyone witnessed a shocking scene.

The enormous body of the Void Devouring Flame was curled up in the center of the hall, surrounded by dense black flames.

However, at this moment, the black flames became extremely unstable, sometimes burning fiercely and sometimes dim and lifeless.

The Void Devouring Flame's eyes, as deep as black holes, flickered with pain, clearly indicating that it was enduring immense torment.

"Void Devouring Flames!"

The Soul Emperor strode forward, his face filled with worry.

Void Devouring Flame slowly raised its head, a complex look flashing in its deep eyes.

"I'm afraid I'll need to recuperate for a very long time this time, Soul Emperor."

"Void Devouring Flame," he said with difficulty, his voice filled with weakness.

Upon hearing this, the Soul Emperor's expression turned even more unpleasant.

He knew very well that the state of Void Devouring Flame was crucial to the Soul Clan.

Now that Void Devouring Flame is seriously injured, the overall strength of the Soul Clan will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

At this moment, in the main hall not far away

Void Devouring Flame shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Healing is easier said than done. This injury is more serious than I imagined. I'm afraid it will take at least ten years to fully recover."

Upon hearing this, the Soul Clan members surrounding Void Devouring Flame gasped in shock.

Ten years may not be a long time for powerful individuals like them, but it is exceptionally precious in the current situation.

Upon hearing this, a complex look flashed in Void Devouring Flame's deep eyes.

He knew very well that the Soul Clan was now in dire straits.

If they were truly in dire straits, the Soul Clan might very well surrender themselves to appease the anger of the other six clans.

Thinking of this, Void Devouring Flame couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

However, judging from the Soul Emperor's consciousness, he shouldn't easily hand over himself.

After all, if they surrender themselves, the entire Soul Clan will be completely weakened.

If the Soul Clan were to face other races again, they would lose at least 50% of their chances of winning!

He, who was ranked second on the list of strange flames, has now fallen to such a state.

On the Central Continent outside the Soul Realm

The atmosphere inside the camp of the six-tribe allied forces was also gloomy and desolate.

Looking around, the entire camp was shrouded in a somber atmosphere. Countless tents stood up like mushrooms after rain, but they lacked their former vitality.

More than half a year has passed, but the Soul Clan has remained completely silent.

Especially some of the younger members of the clan, who had never experienced the disaster brought by the Devouring Spirit Clan, naturally lacked a sense of crisis.

"If we keep waiting like this, when will we ever see the moon?"

A young member of the Yan tribe couldn't help but complain.

"Yes, the Soul Clan has become a coward, so what are we afraid of?"

Another ThunderClan member echoed this sentiment.

As soon as they finished speaking, a chorus of agreement erupted around them. Clearly, many were impatient with this endless waiting.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a majestic voice suddenly rang out:

"What's all this noise about?"

Several elderly men dressed in magnificent robes walked slowly towards them; they were the elders of various tribes.

The elders wore expressions of displeasure, clearly dissatisfied with the clansmen's private complaints.

"Clan Chief Gu Yuan is already working hard to find the location of the Soul Realm. Now we need to stay calm. Remember, the existence of the Devouring Spirit Clan's abilities in this world is the greatest threat."

An elder said in a deep voice.

Hearing the elder's reprimand, the young people immediately fell silent, not daring to say anything more.

But judging from the resentment that flashed in their eyes, they were clearly still full of dissatisfaction.

The elders exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of worry in the other's eyes.

That's right!

If this continues, the six-tribe alliance will likely collapse from within before long.

The most terrifying thing is not being dragged down by the Soul Clan like this, but the collapse of morale!

After all, public opinion can be a powerful force.

(End of this chapter)