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The violent soul powers were like a great torrent as they rushed into Lin Sheng’s spirit.
He grunted, his head buzzing as a large amount of memory fragments from the Underworld Declaimer and Netherblade surged into his mind.
Fortunately, he had devoured and absorbed many fragments of soul before, and was extremely resistant to such huge informational shock.
It did not take long for him to slowly recover.
“Now… all that’s left is the Courtier…” He recomposed himself and looked at the Underworld Courtier’s body on the ground.
Before the battle, he had thrown the Courtier’s body away and had not paid attention to it since. Now after the battle was over, her corpse had been brutally messed in the aftermath of the battle.
One of her arms and her lower waist had completely disappeared.
By the time Lin Sheng dug her body out from the rubble, her corpse was still bleeding black blood.
He reached his fingers out and tapped against the Courtier’s forehead.
BAAMMM!!!
The head of the corpse suddenly exploded as a pure white orb shone quietly within.
“”Just like the Darkspirits, a soul fragment would be left behind after death. If not for my sensitivity towards souls, I would not have been able to see them.”
Lin Sheng carefully picked the light orb up, as his holy power stirred and purified it.
While the light orb was immaterial, and was not contaminated, Lin Sheng had just done so instinctively, and made him feel a little better.
Looking at the Netherblade and the Courtier, Lin Sheng sighed.
“There’s no right or wrong in this word, only the strong and the weak.” He opened his mouth once again, and swallowed the white orb into his mouth.
And soon, a slightly weaker informational shock hit him.
Lin Sheng endured it for a while, before the shock dissipated and he eased over.
By then, the Courtier body had also been reduced into countless of light spots and disappeared.
The souls of the three Magisters to him was a big boon, but he needed a little more to go a step further.
To reach a level beyond Legendary was not achievable merely by building up his soul power.
Or else, he could have simply just found a place to refine his chaotic souls, given that he could open the Tidalgate at any time, and draw in the chaotic souls from the Soultide.
Lin Sheng stood alone among the city ruins, as he felt his head rang, seemingly devoured too much soul power in a short span of time.
“I need to shut myself in to digest them, or else it will be a waste if the excess soul power leaks.” These pure soul powers could save me a many years of hard work.”
After settling everything, Lin Sheng quickly walked towards where Adolf and the others were at.
After walking not too far away, Tenko Kasumi brought everyone together.
“Master! Are you alright?” Adolf immediately rushed over to ask.
“Fortunately, everything went well. The Underworld Magisters had been wiped out, and now we should sort the situation out, and strengthen our grip on this territory.”
Lin Sheng calmly said.
“There will even more grueling catastrophe’s in the horizon, all of you are just too weak, and need to get stronger as soon as possible!”
“I will work harder with my training!” Adolf nodded determinedly. This trip had gave him a much needed stimulus.
No Sacred Vessel of Destiny or special abilities was as real and reliable as the power that he possesses himself.
Destiny, what the heavens give you, they can take it back at any time.
Compared to the holy power where one slowly cultivates bit by bit, it is extremely stable and with it combining with the soul, no one could take it away.
Seelong so, Isaac and the rest stepped forward with reverence and awe etched on their faces.
“Holy Emperor…sir, we too want to join the Holy Sanctum, and we were wondering…”
“As long as you can pass through the prelimenary test. You can look for Adolf for more information.” Lin Sheng said flatly.
He looked at Tenko Kasumi, and the latter nodded back at him.
Did she not find them?
Lin Sheng felt a chill.
The battle against the Magisters was not what he was worried the most, it was the oncoming Blacktide. So he had Tenko Kasumi to search and capture the various underlings summoned by Faldt.
He never expected that she could not find any.
“Head back and reinforce our positions. If the survivors here are willing, gather them up and meet at Henriqcal City. I’ll head over to deal with the Hand of the Underworld first. The thing is stuck here, and must be dealt with as soon as possible.”
“Yes!” The group responded in unison.
Lin Sheng did not have the luxury to dally, as he looked up at the edge of the skyline in the distance.
The blue sky that had just returned, now had a shade of pale gray on it.
This was the phenomenon of the Blacktide’s taint.
“Go.”
Lin Sheng unleashed his holy power as holy light blasted out from his foot like a rocket, pushing him into the sky and towards the direction of the massive Hand of the Underworld in the sky.
It just looked like the size of a finger from the distance.
But as Lin Sheng got closer and closer, the Hand of the Underworld’s size grew larger and larger.
And by the time Lin Sheng arrived at the closest possible distance, the Hand of the Underworld had already became a hundred meter tall giant black hand.
The giant hand was formed out of black smoke, with nine fingers in total. Its fingertips were razor sharp as pale red markings on the palm flickered.
As he got closer, Lin Sheng felt some toxic air spreading in the surrounding air.
He took in a breath and only caught a whiff of an awful stench and felt a little dizzy.
While it was quickly purified by the holy power, if his powerful form now could feel dizzy, then normal people would probably drop dead instantly if they smelt it.
“Sure enough, you cannot be allowed to live!”
Lin Sheng sneered as he clenched his hand into a grip.
And the massive holy blade like before once again appeared in his hand.
He held the sword with both hands as he started swinging the blade forward in violent arcs.
VOOSHH! VOOSHH!!
In an instant, the massive Hand of the Underworld was sliced up like a black jelly into several pieces as it slowly came apart.
Compared to the three powerful Underworld Magisters, its powers were much weaker than them, plus even with its massive size its full power had yet to be unlocked.
Facing Lin Sheng at this moment, the Hand of the Underworld was a literal lamb to the slaughter. Bereft of any means of opposition, its sliced up body soon slowly fell apart and crashed onto the ground.
Lin Sheng slashed a couple more times and had rendered the Hand of Underworld into over a dozen segments, he then opened his palm and unleashed a large surge of pure holy light and engulfed an entire area.
A massive pillar of holy power came crashing down from the heavens, and brutally scouring the area where the Hand of the Underworld was.
A moment later, a horrified scream came from the ruined carcass of the Hand of the Underworld before it shrank and was completly purified by the holy power and disappeared altogether.
Only until the last bit of the Hand of the Underworld’s carcass had totally disappeared did Lin Sheng recalled his holy power.
Continuously unleashing a large amount of holy power in an wide area without using Unlimited Conversion would wear Lin Sheng out as he felt a little tired.
“Time to go back… Everything else can wait while I stabilize my soul power first!”
After settling with that, Lin Sheng left a message to Kasumi through the soul link, before flying straight towards Henriqcal City.
“Ward of God’s Speed.”
During his flight, he gave himself a protective ward that increases his movement speed.
And his speed instantly increased exponentially, and broke through the sound barrier.
A few minutes later, he had arrived in the skies above Henriqcal City and went straight to his research center.
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The Battle of Villashe had destroyed a large number of the capital city’s buildings and infrastructure.
This battle should have shocked the world and subvert everyone’s imagination and clearly affirming Lin Sheng’s position as the world’s strongest person.
But at this moment, due to all long-distance communication being interrupted and the encroaching Blacktide was ever thickening, most of the survivors in the capital did not know the identity of the two persons who had fought against Faldt, and they only found out the victor of the battle by the rescue teams from the Holy Sanctum.
With all Three Great Hidden Realms being taken out, and many Darksiders fleeing, the communication was only intermittent and the delivery of information and messages was not as smooth as before.
Only after a week later did the news of the Holy Emperor, ruler of the Holy Sanctum killing Faldt, and therefore relieving the human world of its strongest adversary slowly spread to the other secret realms in other countries.
This should have been news that excited the masses, but the Blacktide had undergone a new change and no one had any chance to celebrate as they were now faced with another struggle for life and death once again.