Chapter 213 Plane Will_1

Atop the city walls, a gentle breeze blew, lifting Bi Bidong's hair.

A touch of coolness brought Bi Bidong back to her senses.

"Speak."

Her voice was cool, betraying neither joy nor sorrow.

"Elder Gui Bao has fallen in battle."

"Elder Mo Xiong is gravely injured, having lost an arm, with his cultivation level regressed..."

"Eight Soul Douluo and seventeen Soul Sages from the Martial Soul Hall have perished, with seventeen thousand soul masters, including those below the Soul Emperor level, dead or wounded."

"More than five thousand soul masters outside of Martial Soul Hall have been killed or injured."

"Over fifty thousand demons have been slain."

Gui Douluo's voice carried deep sorrow, "This is a significant loss for the Soul Masters; nearly one-tenth of Soul Land's soul masters have fallen here."

Without a doubt, it was a tremendous loss.

Since the recorded history of Soul Land, such a fierce battle had been a rarity.

"Give the deceased a solemn burial."

Bi Bidong's voice grew colder, "When Qin Xiao returns, he will surely bring back valuable information. No matter who the mastermind behind this is, they will pay a blood price."

"Yes."

Gui Douluo nodded solemnly and bowed his head before departing.

...

Elsewhere.

Slaughter City.

Tang San sat atop the tallest building in Slaughter City, his eyes closed.

At that moment, Slaughter City was dead silent; aside from Tang San, there was no one else to be found.

Suddenly.

He opened his eyes, furrowed his brows, and his expression turned cold, "Useless trash, fallen so soon?"

"Are the beings from the Demonic Plane so weak?"

His voice was filled with disdain, and a powerful divine power burst forth uncontrollably.

Boom, boom, boom.

In Slaughter City, countless buildings collapsed, a release of his dissatisfaction and rage.

After a long while, having destroyed much of Slaughter City, Tang San finally felt a bit more at ease.

"But what should I do next?"

Tang San couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Could it be time to open a gateway to the Demonic Plane?

But this thought was immediately dismissed by Tang San, "Those guys from the Demonic Plane are as useless as a lump of mud. Even summoning two Demon Lords would probably be of no use. They can't be relied upon."

"Should I perhaps open a gateway to the abyssal plane?"

Tang San hesitated.

The abyssal plane was not as simple as the Demonic Plane. The strongest forces of the Demonic Plane were only equivalent to those of Qiandaoliu. The legacy memories of the Asura God clearly recorded that the strongest beings of the abyssal plane were gods, and their combat power was not to be underestimated.

Tang San estimated that with his current power, he might not be able to defeat that god.

Thus, to open a gateway to the abyssal plane might be to invite a wolf into the house, where they could turn the tables on him.

After a long period of consideration, Tang San finally decided not to open a portal to the abyssal plane.

"What are you still planning for? You're already a god, what's there to fear, just go out and slay left and right."

"If you can't do it, give me control of your body, I'll make sure to skin and debone all your enemies, leaving none behind."

The voice of the Soul of Slaughter suddenly rang in Tang San's mind.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression turned cold, "My affairs don't need the interference of others."

"Hey, kid, don't you know what's good for you?"

The Soul of Slaughter said unwillingly.

As long as there was a chance to take control of the body, it wouldn't give up.

However.

Tang San was no longer interested in responding and left Slaughter City.

He had gained what he came for; staying there any longer was meaningless.

He intended to go to Sea God's Island first, see Qin Xiao, and then make a plan.

...

Meanwhile.

Qin Xiao had already arrived at an unnamed mountain range.

The summoning was growing ever stronger.

"Strange, what does this mean?"

He was very puzzled, constantly searching with his eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a green lake surrounded by mountains.

"Could the source of the voice be beneath this?"

Qin Xiao frowned slightly.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to find out for himself. He transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, plunging down fiercely.

Like a pebble, he fell into the lake, causing ripples to spread.

Descending further, Qin Xiao was filled with amazement.

Considering his terrifying speed, the fact that he had not reached the bottom of the lake after a long time was surprising.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "My goodness, with such depth, I'm not going to end up on the other side of Soul Land, am I?"

However, at this point, there were no better options; he couldn't just give up halfway and turn back.

That was clearly not Qin Xiao's style.

An arrow nocked must be shot; just do it.

After what felt like an eternity, Qin Xiao's view suddenly opened up, and he even saw a golden orb.

"This thing in front of me is probably bigger than Spirit City."

"Great, am I hallucinating now?"

He pinched his face lightly with his hand until a slight pain persuaded him to stop.

"It's not an illusion, it's real."

"Now I have to see what exists inside this golden orb."

With a thought, Qin Xiao approached the orb and reached out to touch it lightly.

Strangely, Qin Xiao found himself sucked into it...

A strong enveloping sensation spread through his body, but it lasted only a moment.

For Qin Xiao found that he had arrived inside the orb.

And the scenery within left Qin Xiao stunned.

"What's the situation? Is this like a small island?"

Looking around, the land was flat, covered with Blue Silver Grass, and in the very center of the island stood a golden sky-reaching tree.