Black blood splattered. The other ghouls paused for a moment, then charged suicidally at Suo Ming in a frenzy.
Faced with this desperate madness, not a trace of fear could be seen in Suo Ming's eyes. Instead, he grew even calmer.
That day, a place that had seemed like an Immortal Realm suddenly transformed. Demon Statues were everywhere, constantly clawing their way out of the ground. As the sole Body Cultivator, Suo Ming held the front line—relentless, tireless, and unafraid of death. He pushed beyond his limits again and again. He just couldn't fall.
He could die, and he wasn't afraid to, but death would just be an escape. His life wasn't his own; it belonged to the Holy Hall, to Wang Meng. As long as he still had value, he absolutely could not fall.
He felt his body giving out, no longer under his control, but the number of Demon Statues hadn't decreased in the slightest. Everyone was surrounded, caught in the Demon Statues' Heaven and Earth Net.
