Chapter 607: The Outer Region's First Soul General

Frost Death Warriors, Snow Prison Warriors, Frost Beauties, Snow Moon Snake Demons, Snow Monks, Pirate Leader Snow Apes, Bandit Snow Monkeys, Snow Lion Tigers, Moon Leopards, Trampling Snow Rhinoceroses, Snow General Candles, Snow Corpses, Snow Ghosts…

‘So, the Soul Beast Army specifically requested the Bailing Tree Maiden clan… was it for defensive purposes?’

Of course, these weren’t things Rong Taotao had to consider right now. He was focused on the rapid drain of his stamina and energy, listening to the frenzied, churning sounds of the lotus petal storm on the battlefield—the miserable cries and wails of the Soul Beasts…

Lotus Petal after Lotus Petal passed through Rong Taotao’s body, but they brought him no harm. They simply phased through him and continued to destroy everything in their path.

Rong Taotao finally raised his head. Though he was usually self-aware and even somewhat humble, his gaze was now incredibly domineering, as if he were looking down upon all of creation…

However, after performing such a magnificent feat, he had indeed earned the right to such a posture.

‘Just a little longer, hold on a little longer…’

‘Rong Taotao, you’re a fucking piece of trash! How long has it been, and you’re already about to collapse!?’

He flew into a frenzy, even cursing himself! Talk about terrifying!

In his line of sight, Rong Taotao saw several slow-moving Trampling Snow Rhinoceroses. Although they were tough, thick-skinned, and massive, even they couldn’t withstand the baptism of the Sinful Lotus.

But… what about the people standing on the Trampling Snow Rhinoceroses?

The leadership core of the Soul Beast Army…

At that moment, dozens of figures were swept up by the fierce winds in the night sky. They traced a beautiful parabola as they fell from the heavens, crashing heavily into the distant snowdrifts.

Was that a group of Frost Beauties?

Their messy, grayish-white hair and terrified faces caused the noble and aloof image of this group of Frost Beauties to crumble slightly.

The Frost Beauty team had clearly made a different choice than the Frost Death Warrior team. The moment the first Cyan Lotus bloomed, the Frost Death Warriors had charged forward to kill their enemies, fearing no death. The Frost Beauties, however, had all released Snow Dragon Tornadoes at their feet, launching themselves away.

Coincidentally, the Mixed Monk from the core team, as well as the leader of the Frost Beauties, had also leaped into the air, cast Snow Dragon Tornadoes at their feet, and ridden the wind to make a swift retreat…

In fact, with the abilities of the Mixed Monk and the Frost Beauty leader, they could have brought their mounts with them. But in that life-or-death moment, their choices were surprisingly identical. They both abandoned their beloved mounts and fled without the slightest hesitation.

THUD!

Xu Taiping was dragged along by a long-haired clansman and thrown heavily onto the snow.

“Hah… Hah…” Xu Taiping scrambled to his feet, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath. He looked utterly shaken as he stared at the distant battlefield.

It was a scene that combined both heaven and hell.

In such a dense formation of the Soul Beast Army, some Soul Beasts had inevitably landed outside the attack range of the nine giant Lotus flowers. Some were completely unharmed, while others were severely wounded, having barely managed to escape.

Outside the attack range, there was no one to collect their corpses, no one to wipe their bodies cleanly from existence. They were crying and screaming in agony.

This was hell.

But within the attack range of the nine Lotuses, all the gore, carnage, and dismembered remains were utterly annihilated by the grinding Lotus Petals, vanishing from the world.

Within the range of the giant Cyan Lotus Petals, even the bloodstains vanished swiftly, leaving behind only a sacred, cyan-green light.

This was heaven.

It was a world without filth, with only the blooming Cyan Lotuses.

“Rong Taotao…” Xu Taiping murmured softly. He looked at the tiny figure lying prone beside the giant Lotus, and then at the once-majestic Soul Beast Army that was now wailing in misery…

“AAAAAHHH!!!” A furious roar erupted from beside him. The Mixed Monk, usually so elegant, could no longer contain its rage. It stared at the distant battlefield, and its hands suddenly shot open.

Beside it, the Ice Soul Guide spoke up, “Commander, although the enemy’s attack range is vast, it does have a border. We still have a large number of Warriors who escaped death. If you use Celestial Burial Snow Meteor, they will truly have no way to survive.”

Hearing this, the enraged Mixed Monk—its hands spread wide as if to embrace the night sky—slightly retracted its arms. The motion seemed to be an attempt to narrow its attack range.

At the same time, far across the battlefield, Rong Taotao’s body was finally emptied of all strength.

With dazed eyes, he watched the completely routed Soul Beast Army and listened to the faint cries and wails in the distance. His head slowly lowered until his forehead rested in the snow.

‘The Bailing Tree Maidens, the Cyan Mountain Army, the Snow Burning Army, Da Wei… things are much better now, right? Maybe… we’ll all survive?’

‘No, I don’t know…’

‘So hungry, so tired, so sleepy… I just want to sleep…’

*Pfft…*

The nine giant Cyan Lotuses silently vanished. The sky-blotting, densely packed storm of smaller Lotus Petals also began to fade, and the brightness on the battlefield gradually dimmed.

“Twelve, bring Pig back!” Fu Tiance shouted, his figure darting out in a hurry.

At the same time, a giant Snow Meteor came crashing down from the sky. Clearly, it was retaliation from the Soul Beast Commander!

But at that very moment, the expressions of everyone in the Snow Burning Army changed drastically, and they all stopped in their tracks!

Regardless of the level or sensitivity of their Perception, under such a majestic and overwhelming aura, even the slowest to react would have immediately looked up at the night sky.

It was a snow-white palm, reaching down from the distant, pitch-black night sky.