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Doomsday Roulette

Chapter 1222: The Death of the Holy Father ⚰️

Published: February 11, 2025

Three pillars made of countless mutated life corpses exploded at this moment.

The Spirit Feeding Totem was not just a means to deal with the ninth level holy father; it was also a trap. The three pillars that the holy father referred to as traps were indeed traps, and even Ye Zhongming himself was part of that trap.

Everything was set up just to kill the holy father.

However, when this ninth level expert might have grasped some kind of rule and could really break this space, Ye Zhongming had no choice but to abandon everything and launch an attack in advance.

It was an all-or-nothing attack.

He detonated the pillars of the Spirit Feeding Totem, a completely desperate act.

Countless souls filled the entire space at that moment, and the dark power seemed to permeate everything between heaven and earth.

Ye Zhongming sat on the ground, crushing the control switch of the Spirit Feeding Totem while pouring several vials of potions into his mouth.

Previously, it was said that these three totem pillars were traps because once they were broken by someone who was not in control, the attack target would be the only one, which was the person who broke the pillars.

As the controller of the space, Ye Zhongming breaking them meant that everyone in the space would become the target of the attack.

This kind of attack was an indiscriminate and all-encompassing assault.

These wronged souls inflicted physical, energy, and mental damage on the targets within range.

The power of the damage was related to the number and level of the wronged souls.

These Spirit Feeding Totem pillars took a lot of time to complete, and without mentioning the level of the wronged souls, their sheer number was terrifying.

Miya and the others responsible for logistics had calculated before that if these corpses that made up the Spirit Feeding Totem were used to nourish Ghost Gold or the Underworld Bone Demon Platform, they could obtain huge returns that would even tempt Ye Zhongming.

This clearly indicated the enormous quantity.

Faced with these souls that could inflict great damage on both body and mind, the holy father chose a radically different method to resist than Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming relied purely on defensive equipment, potions, and his status as the controller of this space along with his lower-level advantage for defense, while the holy father chose to attack.

He had to attack; the holy father's condition was too poor. He could not guarantee that he could withstand the relentless assaults from these entities.

Although the space was breaking, the holy father’s connection to his surroundings was restored, and his energy would not dissipate, these wronged souls were like blood-sucking parasites, constantly draining his stamina, mental strength, energy, flesh, skin, and hair...

Each one might not drain much, but the sheer number was terrifying.

The Wind and Thunder Twin Birth in the holy father’s hand danced continuously, not with the terrifying, near-instantaneous sword light, but rather with small energy snakes that flew from the sword body, constantly engaging in battle with these wronged souls to reduce the damage the holy father received.

Outside, the Temple of Dawn Warriors witnessed this scene and moved forward, ready to provide assistance. However, this wasn’t the same as before; the posthumous children and the Cloud Summit people would never allow them to achieve their goal. They surged forward to confront one another, and in some places, direct bloody conflicts broke out. But they were quickly stopped by the leaders on both sides led by Xia Lei and the Holy Maiden, who could only glare at each other.

Many Cloud Summit warriors also wanted to rush forward, such as Xia Bai and her team, but they were stopped. This sea of souls was not something ordinary people could enter; the consequences of entering would most likely not be good.

Xia Lei was equally worried, but at this moment, she could only trust her man.

The storm of souls continued unabated, and no one knew what was happening inside or what the final outcome would be.