Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14064 The man in white is about to self-destruct

Their gazes were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, silently and intently focused on the white-clad man's face, which appeared unusually pale due to damage to his very essence.

His pale face was devoid of any color, like a blank sheet of paper drained of life, evoking pity in those who saw it.

Just then, the flickering, illusory remnant soul of the guard who had been nearly killed by the young demon king's spear suddenly trembled violently.

The ripples were like a boulder suddenly thrown into a calm lake, creating layers of waves.

The remnant soul seemed to be struck by an invisible whip, conveying a silent shock and question, as if asking: "Why give up?"

Why are you letting us leave?

The white-clad man managed to twitch the corners of his mouth upwards with extreme difficulty, a movement that seemed to require all his strength to create an arc more unsightly than a cry.

The curve was filled with bitterness, bitterness permeating every inch of the lines, as if his heart at that moment was also filled with bitterness.

He said slowly, "No need to worry about it. You are no match for him either. Staying here will do no good. Let's go."

The voice carried an undeniable resolve.

He paused, his voice suddenly dropping to a low hue, as if it came from the depths of the earth.

Every word was like a stone sinking into a bottomless abyss, carrying endless heaviness and helplessness: "You... owe me nothing."

This situation... is not something you can get involved in.

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes, as if awaiting the verdict of fate, or as if bidding a final farewell to this cruel reality.

Several guards stood silently, like statues frozen in the river of time, lost in deep silence.

Their faces were withered, as if they had endured countless ages of hardship, each wrinkle like a deep ravine etched by time, bearing countless untold stories and vicissitudes.

In this shattered void filled with the aura of destruction, their faces showed no emotion whatsoever, as calm as the still sea before a storm.

However, just as the white-clad man finished speaking with a resolute tone, something miraculous happened.

Several gazes, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, met for an extremely brief moment—a fraction of a billion—in the shattered void filled with an aura of destruction.

The meeting was silent, as if even the air itself had frozen.
Without any fluctuation of light or shadow, it was as if time itself had stopped flowing at this moment.

It was as if the most primal and purest thoughts were brushing past each other in the void, yet conveying a kind of unspoken understanding and decisiveness.

The next moment, strange changes began to quietly unfold in their lives.

Their figures, like drops of ink thrown into boiling water, quickly spread and dissipated the moment they touched the scalding liquid.
It's like pen marks being erased by an invisible eraser; the originally clear outline gradually becomes blurred and faded.

They began the process of fading and dissolving quietly and naturally, without causing the slightest ripple, as if it were all natural and predestined.

In the end, they completely disappeared into this void realm, torn apart by chaotic currents and fragments of laws.

They vanished so cleanly and decisively, as if they had never been there at all, like a dream that disappeared without a trace upon waking.

Only a faint ripple remained in the space where they had once stood, the ripple gently undulating as if it were the last trace of their existence.

However, this trace was immediately torn apart by the violent energy, like a bubble bursting in the sunlight, disappearing without a trace.

This once-secret place, now reduced to ruins, is filled with a suffocating stillness.

Lifeless!

Not a single bit!

The raging chaotic currents and rampant fragments of laws, like hungry beasts, devoured every possible sign of life.

Perhaps only a high-ranking white-robed divine envoy, with his own powerful strength and mysterious magic, could possibly confront the "God-Slaying Spear" shrouded in ominous black energy.

That "God-Slaying Spear" seemed to be a symbol of death, exuding a chilling aura, and wherever it went, all life was extinguished.

Only the white-robed divine messenger could possibly contend with the young demon king wielding a long spear.

That young demon king possessed heaven-defying strength, like a god of death descended from hell, leaving devastation in his wake.

Leaving them behind would only add three insignificant specks of dust to this desolate star field, not even enough to cause a ripple in the vast universe.

As the last faint trace of the guards vanished completely into the boundless, cold, and deathly void, the man in white stared for a long time at the spot where they had disappeared, his eyes empty and bewildered.

The last glimmer of hope that had flickered in those eyes, like a candle burning in the wind, was finally extinguished by endless despair and grief, leaving only darkness and silence, as if the entire soul had been swallowed by this darkness.

Instead, a madness that burned everything was now raging in his eyes.

That madness, like a wildfire, was unstoppable, carrying a resolute determination to drag itself and the entire universe into an abyss of eternal silence.

His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the restless power within him that was about to erupt.

Suddenly, he abruptly turned his head, his movement as swift as that of an enraged lion.

His gaze was like two poisoned ice spikes, carrying a chilling cold and endless hatred, fiercely nailing towards the young demon king.

The young demon king stood indifferently not far away, as if everything was under his control.

A smile slowly bloomed on the face of the man in white.

That smile, twisted and alluring, was like a poppy stained with blood, or a demonic flower blooming in the abyss of despair.

That smile carried an extreme sense of ecstasy, a willingness to perish together with everything, as if to say, "Since I can't live, then nobody else will have a good time!"

"You want the Soul-Dissolving Powder of the True Self?"

The white-robed man's voice suddenly rose, sharp as glass rubbing against a star's core. The piercing sound pierced through the roar of the energy storm and echoed in the shattered void.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless anger and resentment, "You brat!"
You're dreaming!

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spread his arms wide to the sides, the movement so large that it seemed he wanted to tear the entire shattered void apart.

With fingers spread wide like sharp eagle claws, palms facing upwards, it seems as if embracing the impending destruction of the universe, or as if summoning some terrifying power.

"Buzz—Boom!!!"

In an instant, it was as if the most crucial dam of the secret realm had been instantly destroyed, and a devastating force surged forth.

The entire secret realm, this void that was already scarred and on the verge of complete collapse, suddenly emitted an unprecedented, ultimate lament, like the collective cry of billions of ancient ferocious beasts before their death.