Swish— But just as Wang Qiang obtained the power of that array and his combat strength was enhanced, the Sect Master of the Soul Infant Sect actually charged forward on his own initiative.
Facing this situation, Wang Qiang showed no retreat either. He charged forward as well, wanting to engage the Sect Master of the Soul Infant Sect in a final showdown.
Because he knew full well that at this point, besides fighting with everything he had, there was no way out.
However, the moment they clashed, Wang Qiang discovered with shock that he was unable to defeat the Sect Master of the Soul Infant Sect. Even with the aid of everyone's power, he was still no match for the Sect Master of the Soul Infant Sect.
Pfft— In no time, the Dragon Scale Dagger of the Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master struck Wang Qiang.
That single slash tore flesh and skin, even cutting into bone. One could see just how terrifyingly powerful the Soul Infant Sect Master's strength was at this moment.
But that was only the beginning. Immediately after…
One slash, two slashes, three slashes, four slashes…
Before long, Wang Qiang was covered in wounds, his flesh mangled, reduced to a bloody figure drenched in his own blood.
Most importantly, as Wang Qiang was struck by those slashes, the Soul Infant Sect Master also merged the Soul Infant Demonic Art's eerie dark-black aura into Wang Qiang's body.
Wang Qiang soon let out agonized screams of unbearable pain, his aura growing weaker and weaker, and he quickly lost the strength to struggle, reduced to only taking beatings passively.
"Scoundrel! Get away from my husband!"
Seeing this, Zhao Hong could not endure it any longer. Gripping the Ancestral Weapon, she rushed forward.
Right behind her, Ying Mingchao, Zi Xunyi, and everyone else in the Alliance army charged forward as well.
This time, they had come prepared to face death. Either they would successfully destroy the Soul Infant Sect, or… they would die here.
"Hahaha, come! Come at me all at once! Let's see who can stop me today!"
Facing the combined assault, the Soul Infant Sect Master simply laughed heartily, weaving through the Alliance army at will.
No matter what means the others employed, not a single one could so much as scratch him.
However, the Dragon Scale Dagger in his hand was like a butcher's blade, continuously carving across the bodies of the crowd. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the scene was utterly horrific.
It was like a group of little white rabbits surrounding a pack of tigers. Though they were prepared to die and their momentum was fierce, facing such a vast gap in strength, they could only take the beating.
Although the Soul Infant Sect Master struck viciously, the wounds were merely superficial. He did not kill a single person — he only slashed everyone into bloody, mangled figures.
Not just the men — even Zhao Hong, Zi Xunyi, and the other women received no mercy from him whatsoever.
But this was far more than just superficial wounds, because that dark-black aura had invaded everyone's bodies.
The entire Alliance army had fallen, transformed into a fighting force with no combat capability left — they did not even have the strength to stand.
As if deliberately humiliating Wang Qiang and Ying Mingchao, the Soul Infant Sect Master actually used the power of barriers to construct an enormous prison cell, locking every member of the Alliance army inside it.
That prison cell hung suspended in midair, extremely conspicuous, and because of its massive size, the densely packed masses below could all see this towering floating prison.
Everything the Soul Infant Sect Master had done was, to put it plainly, utterly inhumane.
Yet not only did he receive no punishment, he was met with cheers and praise from the billions of living beings below.
"Sect Master, long may you live! These despicable people absolutely must be taught a lesson!"
"This alone is not enough to ease our anger! They should all be killed! Only by killing them can we be safe — only then can our Hundred Refinements Realm know peace!"
Some even went so far as to clamor for the Soul Infant Sect Master to execute Wang Qiang and the others on the spot.
Wang Qiang and his companions had never once done anything to wrong these people, yet right now… they treated Wang Qiang and Ying Mingchao as though they were mortal enemies who had murdered their fathers, showing not the slightest bit of mercy.
"Mingchao, do you regret fighting for these people?" Zi Xunyi asked weakly, lying beside Ying Mingchao.
"I do regret fighting for them, but I do not regret opposing the Soul Infant Sect. It's just that…"
Looking at Zi Xunyi lying beside him — her body covered in wounds, drenched in blood, her features already unrecognizable — Ying Mingchao's voice choked.
This was the woman he loved most, and now she had been tormented to this state, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.
His heart was filled with pain and self-blame, yet he could do nothing.
"Everyone, don't worry. They will surely be punished."