In the middle of the battlefield, it gradually became quiet......

As the smoke and dust from the collapse of the mountain gradually dissipated, the warriors of countless tribes rose from the ground. Look at the ultimate in their faith, the great Cyclops Balor...... Headless body. Balor's massive head still rolled on the ground, the glow of the one-eyed glow, each rolling turning hundreds of tribal warriors into stone.

Balor wasn't lying, he did have the ability to petrify the realm.

However, now that his head has been cut off, he is just a tumbling transmitter.

"This ...... Why ......" An old tribal warrior stared at the burly headless corpse in amazement. The weapon in his hand slipped silently, making a crisp sound on the ground, then another, and another. Eventually, it became a piece and an ocean.

All the tribal warriors have lost the will to fight.

Truth be told, the warriors of this otherworldly tribe called the Dak clan are brave and unafraid of sacrifice, and they are the best war tribes. That's why he was accepted by Balor as a subordinate. Through brainwashing and mission, he has become the god of this tribe, and in a word, he can decide the life and death of the tribe. But even Barol himself did not expect his death to be so sudden, so shocking.

What, it's easier to destroy the will of a tribe than to destroy the gods of a tribe?

The answer is obvious.

In normal times, the Daks would never have shown weakness in war, and even if they had the last warrior left, that warrior would have brandished his weapon and howled at the enemy. But now, after seeing Balor's severed head and blood-spurting corpse, all the Dak warriors chose to remain silent......

When the long, when the long. The sound of weapons colliding with the ground came and went, connecting into the ocean. More and more Dak warriors have dull eyes, like wooden clay sculptures. At this time, I believe that any enemy, no, even a child, can easily take their lives. And they don't launch even the slightest counterattack.

This is also normal, can you expect a race that does not hesitate to commit suicide at the sound of an order to have self-thinking? In the long process of their evolution, the consciousness of the self has long been washed away, and all that remains is to flatter and please at the feet of the strong, and then move forward under the fingers of the strong.

The strong man is God.

If Balor is a god, then the one who can kill him must be another god.

I don't know when, the first warrior of the Daks knelt before Shent, and then another, and another...... Their eyes were glazed and their faces were pale. The movements are very smooth, as if you have long been used to it. It's the factor that flows in their blood, their ancestors, their ancestors, that's how it has been from generation to generation...... Keep the tribe and let them survive in this cruel otherworld.

Obey the strong and bully the weak. This is the common rule of survival in all worlds.

"I ...... Forever ...... forever"

"Don't be like that."

Shent lowered his head, looked at a Dak warrior kneeling at his feet, and said in a gloomy tone. A few hours earlier, the Dak warrior had been fighting himself with his weapon and nearly dying. Now he is kneeling at his feet like a kitten and a puppy, does he have no strength?

No, it's not, he just lost his will. Lost the will to fight, to fight.

It's scarier than anything else.

But now is clearly not the time to dwell on this, Shent looked up. "Xiu, you're fine, right?"

"Very, very weak." Xiu replied. There is nothing unusual on the surface.

It's no wonder, after all, he just killed a 'god'. Or a great demon in the Atlas. Such an existence was placed in the past, which they could not have imagined. The huge gap in life ranks puts them completely in two worlds, one at the bottom and one at the top.

But now Xiu actually cut off the other party's head with a single sword, where did he get that kind of strength?

"It was the head who gave me this power, and he called it ......"

"Soul Scales."

What you get, what you give. This is the balance of the soul, the sacrifice used by the demons.

When it comes to sacrifice, there is probably no one in this world who is more proficient than demons. This is how they obtain 'information' from the main material realm. But it is precisely because of this that Chen Yan is also the most outstanding among them. Because he was the most powerful demon lord in his previous life. The leader of the Demon Legion. How could he not understand what the demon mastered? However, the 'balance of the soul' is different from sacrifice in the ordinary sense. Sacrifice in the general sense is to force or entice the life of the Lord in the material realm to give, thereby plundering the source of his soul and the power of his mind. But Xiu's soul balance is to sacrifice himself.

Sacrificing one's soul and the future has never gained the power of the present. This is the real reason why Xiu was able to decapitate Barro.

A repair, weak and incomparable. A repair at this moment is as fragile as paper. But what if there are countless cultivators, countless future cultivators, all of whom are betting their souls and lives on this unfair scale?

Even if it's a god, I'll kill you.

Of course, this is all based on the fact that everything is going well, if, only if, Xiu's shocking sword just now fails to decapitate Balor, or fails to kill him. Then there is no future. All the sacrifices will be immediately fed back to one's body. He will not die, because death is the easiest relief. He will surrender his body and soul, as well as his fate for countless years to come, and thus suffer forever.

Isn't it God's power to abandon the present and overdraft the future? And the one who uses everything can be called God?

Shente didn't know, but he knew that the cultivation at this moment was really weak and weak, weak, and even touching it would die.

"Don't worry, I'll get feedback in a moment." Noticing Shente's expression, Xiu said disapprovingly. He's a gunslinger and a great killer. Taking and giving for his life has long been instinctive for him. He never thought he would have a good ending. So there is no talk of disappointment and despair.

And the most important thing at the moment is the situation.

Balor died, and the Daks surrendered.

But this realm is in the countdown to collapse. The infinite glow before Balor's death literally destroyed the origin of the realm, thus petrifying it. So at the moment, it's not just a question of whether they can get paid, but how they can survive.

"There may be a way for the head." Shente whispered, turning his head, but he was stunned.

For he saw his own head, the leader of his heart, but now he stood in front of a burly body that had fallen.

It was the body of a troll.

Flame Troll Lord.

Miso.