Three pillars made of the bodies of numerous evolved lifeforms shattered.


    The totem was not only a way to deal with the level nine Saint Father; it was a trap. Those three pillars were a trap for the Saint Father and Ye Zhongming.


    Everything was to kill the Saint Father.


    But when this level nine expert could grasp some rhythm and break this space, Ye Zhongming could only give up and attack.


    An attack where he would die if he failed.


    His exploding the pillars was him breaking the bank.


    Numerous souls filled this space. It was as if darkness energy was covering everything.


    Ye Zhongming sat on the ground. While crushing the switch to the totem, he drank many potions.


    The three totems were a trap because once they were broken by someone other than the controller, they would only attack that person. Ye Zhongming was the controller of the space, so when he broke one, everyone in the space would be attacked.


    These attacks were relentless and random.


    These souls damaged the body, energy, and minds of all targets in range.


    The damage had to do with the number and levels of those souls.


    The few totems took a long time to complete. Not mentioning the levels, the number alone was shocking.


    Miya and the others in charge of logistics estimated that feeding those corpses to Ghost Metal or the Death Bone Platform would yield a huge return.


    That showed how many lifeforms there were.


    The Saint Father chose a different method when facing the souls that would deal huge damage to his mind and body.


    Ye Zhongming relied on his defensive equipment, potion, and identity as the controller to defend. The Saint Father chose to attack.


    He had to attack. He wasn’t in a good state. He couldn’t ensure that he could hold on under these attacks.


    Although the space broke and, his connection with the surroundings recovered, and his own energy wouldn’t be lost, these souls were like bloodsuckers that continued to absorb his stamina, mental energy, and energy...


    They didn’t absorb much each, but all together, it was a shocking amount.


    Both sides stood behind their leaders and waited for the outcome.


    To retreat or fight to the death.


    “Kekekeke...”


    Saint Father straightened his back. He didn’t look like a human on the surface, and his body was shaking. He placed his hand on the sword and looked at Ye Zhongming fiercely.


    “I am still alive.” His voice was hoarse, but you could tell he was proud.


    “Give me the way to get to your world, and I will allow all of you to become the slaves of Saint Light Hall.”


    “Where did you get that confidence from?” Ye Zhongming replied. His words shocked the other core members. His voice sounded even worse; it was as if his vocal cords had torn.


    Saint Father shook his head, “then all of you can die. I will find out what I want from your bodies or from the mouths of the prisoners.”


    He raised his blade and pointed at Ye Zhongming.


    Many Cloud Peak warriors stood beside their leader.


    “Move aside!”


    Ye Zhongming coughed. His face flushed red, and he smiled coldly, “Bring it on!”


    Everyone was shocked.


    Saint Father smiled, “Indeed I can’t attack now, but if you give me a day, I will have enough energy to kill you. How much would you be able to recover in a day?”


    “I won’t give you the time!” Ye Zhongming replied.


    Saint Father smiled, “My kids will.”


    He waved forward to order the troops to attack.


    The remaining warriors could earn a day for Saint Father to recover.


    “Puchi!”


    Before his hand landed, he saw a blade pierce through his chest from his back.