The agitated sound of the wind tore the air and whistled sharply.

Silver feathers flying in the sky, seven meteor-like figures flying up and down, tragic birdsong, and the whip volley piercing the night...... The entire corridor was torn apart as if it was being kneaded by a big hand, and the tall palaces on both sides were crumbling.

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring fell to the ground on her back, her face covered in blood, and her wings protected her under her, and at the same time she vibrated her wings, using the long blade-like feathers on her wings to barely cope with the seven white ghosts that continued to attack around her like lightning.

Yan Wing's huge body was scarred, and a huge wound on her chest was gushing blood, and Lianquan's eyes were full of hot tears, but she didn't have the strength to move anymore...... She watched as the whips of the seven "divine sounds" whistled out of the air, tearing open the hard feathers of the wings, lifting the flesh and splattering blood everywhere. The mournful birdsong sounded like a miserable war song in the air.

A final sharp chirp pierced the sleeping night sky of Rennes.

Some of the city's citizens woke up from their sleep, carefully lit the oil lamp, and pushed open the window to look at the white city in the moonlight. The whole of Rennes still looks quiet and peaceful, and the air is filled with the smell of the harbour tide at night.

The whole body of the wings was tightly bound by a silver-white whip, as if it was wrapped around a thin white python.

The seven divine sounds would gradually merge into one, and when the bodies of the last two divine sounds overlapped together, she smiled with satisfaction, gently holding the whip handle in her hand, looking at the lotus spring that had fallen at her feet, and the huge wings that were bound so that she could not move.

"Look, I can still end your life without releasing the soul beast. Therefore, the lower apostle is always the lower apostle. With that, she raised her hand slightly, and starting from the handle of the whip, a series of sharp barbs grew from the whip, quickly spreading along the whip to the place where the [Wings] were bound, and then a series of faint sounds of flesh being torn apart.

There was an unbearable pain in the wing's eyes, but it only let out a muffled whisper in its throat.

"You brute......" Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring's tears rolled out and fell to the ground. Her fingers were so hard that they sank deep into the rocks on the ground.

The silvery-white whip like a swimming snake finally slowly swam down from Yan Wing's body, letting go of the huge soul beast that could no longer move.

Shenyin walked towards Lianquan, flicked the whip gently, and pumped on Lianquan's leg with a "snap", a bloody mouth bloomed on her leg, she seemed to enjoy this condescending game of torture, with an elegant and delicate expression on her face.

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring turned over and lay motionless on the ground, and after a while, a low and weird laugh began to come out of her throat, "Hehe...... Hehe......" Her five fingers were stuck tightly in the rock, covered in blood.

"What are you laughing at?" Kamiin looked down at her with amusement.

The Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring didn't speak, and Shenyin was about to ask again, when he suddenly faintly felt the shaking of the earth, and in the distant sea, a huge roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the rumbling sound came from far and near the ground. "What...... What ......" When Shenyin felt a huge burst of soul power suddenly gushing out from the ground, countless white lights that suddenly exploded all over her body pulled her backwards, and at the same time, on the ground along the road, boom, boom, boom, huge sharp icicles that kept breaking through the ground rose from the ground, stabbing fiercely towards the backward Shenyin, if Shenyin retreated slowly, she would have been pierced by these icicles at this moment.

“...... This is your first soul beast [Haiyin]? impossible...... How could it have come here from the sea......"

And at the moment of the divine sound, the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring suddenly burst out with the only remaining residual soul power, rushing towards the wings who fell to the side, she slammed the giant sword to the ground, and in the huge sword roar, the wings struggled to spread their wings, turning into a cloud of smoke and rolling into the body of the sword, and the next moment, Lianquan rushed to the seventeenth idol on the wall without hesitation, and the moment her hands touched the idol, all her strength disappeared.

Along with her whole person, she was gone.

It was the only way she could escape.

In the empty corridor, only the lonely figure of Shenyin and the broken stones and sharp icicles everywhere remained.

Shen Yin looked at the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring who disappeared in front of him, with an angry expression on his face, and soon, the angry expression turned into disbelief, "How is this possible...... She already has her own Horcrux, but she can still enter the [Soul Mound] again through the [Chess Piece]?"

Shenyin took a deep breath, then narrowed his eyes and swung his whip, and all the icicles exploded into pieces in an instant, scattering in all directions. Countless tiny ice crystals filled the sky, refracting a brilliant light and reflecting Shenyin's murderous expression full of hatred.

【West Asslan Empire - Soul Mound】

The swirling light reflected the deep and huge empty cavern in a disconnected light.

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring fell bloodied onto a rock jutting out from the edge of a cliff, her giant sword falling sideways.

Lost consciousness, out-of-focus pupils, her chest heaving violently, her throat filled with viscous plasma, snatching her life as if it were about to suffocate. Like a dying beast, she let out a low wail of misery.

The surrounding cliffs rise from the ground and form a huge cave that looks like an ancient ruin.

On the rocks of the surrounding rock walls, thousands of shiny [Horcruxes] were densely inserted like steel needles.

These powerful Horcruxes sensed each other, emitting violent resonance sounds, like sharp claws scratching on the eardrums, tearing at the last consciousness of the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring.

In her scattered gaze, there was a resolute and righteous face in the wind and snow, and under the neat and thick eyebrows, there were deep eye sockets and dark blue pupils in the eye sockets.

His gaze was always like a silent sea under the sparkling moonlight.

"Soul ......"

The seal on the back of Lianquan's ear sent out a sharp sting of warning.

Shenyin's words just now seem to be vaguely still floating in his ears:

"The king kills the king, and the apostle kills the apostle. ”

——After so many years, the quiet and silent Yaslan is finally about to return to the bloody rain. The sweet smell of killing once again enveloped this ancient country.