"Damn it, this is the lost Dragon Clan divine ability... Mind Focus Attack..." Facing the sudden Dragon Rune Battle Wave, Mr. Lin's face completely drained of color. He could no longer consider fleeing, instead channeling his mind power with all his might to meet the Dragon Rune Battle Wave head-on. He understood how weak he was; if he couldn't block this wave, the physical bodies of himself and his two subordinates would surely be pulverized.

This ripple arrived far too swiftly and unexpectedly, leaving him absolutely no chance to escape...

If his physical body was destroyed, there was still hope for rebirth through possession, but his two subordinates were doomed, a prospect he absolutely could not bear to witness.

With a deafening "Rumble...", the void itself shuddered violently from the clash of their attacks, and deep fissures began to spread across it...

Mr. Lin let out a muffled groan, and another spurt of blood shot from his mouth, his soul sustaining severe trauma once more.

He was indeed a Soul Immortal, but being caught completely off guard by Ye Jingyu, his soul was already damaged. To hastily unleash the Mind Focus Attack meant he stood no chance against the fully prepared Ni Bo.

At that very moment, Ye Jingyu's figure had already arrived before the trio...

"Let me show you the martial art I created myself—Heaven's Punishment!" A resonant voice boomed from Ye Jingyu's lips...

Immediately after, they saw him abruptly raise his right hand and bring it down in a seemingly simple palm strike...

In an instant, Mr. Lin and his two subordinates witnessed a colossal handprint forming in the sky. It looked less like a strike delivered by a man and more like a blow cleaved down by the very heavens...

Heaven's Punishment—the palm that carried the execution of Heaven's decree...

Facing this immense palm, the two men behind Mr. Lin were gripped by despair, a despair radiating from the depths of their souls. It felt as if this strike was intended not only to shatter their bodies but also to annihilate their very essences... It was an overwhelming intent capable of eradicating all existence...

Beneath the vast sky, all beings were but ants. Even as Soul Masters of the Spirit Manifestation realm, they found resisting this palm utterly impossible.

This was an intent, a mastery of the palm, much like the sword intent displayed by Xuanyuan Jing of old—a potent will capable of slaying a Soul Immortal...

Heaven's Punishment...

Only Mr. Lin managed to maintain clarity in his mind while facing this terrifying strike. Daring not to delay even a second, the soul power within his body circulated frantically...

"Tiger Soul Roar..." A mighty roar erupted from Mr. Lin's mouth. Following this, the jade pendant at his chest shattered completely, and a colossal Tiger Soul burst forth, charging toward the massive palm in the sky with unparalleled pressure...

Momentarily, it seemed as if the heavens and earth themselves changed color. Waves of vicious energy radiated from the shadow of the tiger, and its immense roar echoed across the entire battlefield, sounding as if millions of great tigers were bellowing simultaneously.

The sound of the roar alone was enough to shatter the physical forms of Grandmaster-level experts, and even Ni Bo felt a pang of discomfort. After all, this was Mr. Lin's ultimate trump card. That jade pendant had taken him decades to forge, capturing the souls of countless ferocious tigers, including several of the sixth-rank variant species. He had originally intended to use this stored soul power to enhance his own cultivation, but now he was forced to use it in a life-or-death struggle.

It could be said that the soul power contained within this Tiger Soul was equivalent to that of a Soul Immortal. Its surging attack was naturally terrifyingly potent...

Yet, when the gigantic palm descended upon the Tiger Soul's head, the Tiger Soul that Mr. Lin was so certain would win was instantly smashed into fragments. That immense soul power erupted and scattered everywhere, while the colossal handprint continued its descent. In almost no time, it pulverized the physical forms of Mr. Lin and his two subordinates, shattering even their souls. Only Mr. Lin's soul drifted out, flickering weakly, but before it could fully depart from its vessel, it too disintegrated...

Having suffered several crushing blows, he could no longer withstand this palm imbued with Ye Jingyu's immense will...

One strike of Heaven's Punishment had instantly annihilated two Spirit Manifestation Soul Masters and one Soul Immortal. Such devastating power struck awe and horror into every observer. While Xiao Geng and others atop the city walls might not have noticed the precise details, none of the surrounding soldiers or generals dared to advance another step...

Mr. Lin had been the most powerful asset by the Prince's side. As a soldier of the Storm Legion, Mr. Lin was almost god-like in their eyes. Yet, such an existence had just been shattered by a single palm strike. How could they not be stunned?

Especially the annihilating intent contained within Heaven's Punishment, which had profoundly crushed their psychological defenses. They did not fear death, nor did they fear any man, but at this moment, Ye Jingyu was a divine executioner in their hearts, an envoy representing the decree of Heaven itself. His will was the will of the Heavens, and no one could defy it...

Even the strongest warriors have a breaking point. When these elite soldiers lost their commander, their spirit had already begun to collapse. With Mr. Lin dead and Xuanyuan Xiao Zhan still absent, the final line of defense in their hearts completely crumbled...

Many had already abandoned their resistance, standing inert like walking corpses, blankly awaiting Ye Jingyu's judgment...

Watching Nangong Shang, Chi Yi Xiu, and others shatter the enemy formation with the Iron Army soldiers, and seeing the expressions of utter despair and panic on the faces of tens of thousands of troops, Ye Jingyu understood that the battle on this front was won. Without Xuanyuan Xiao Zhan's command, the other three armies were no longer a significant threat. The most crucial task now was to trap Xuanyuan Xiao Zhan; only by completely eradicating him would the threat posed by these three hundred thousand troops truly vanish...

Otherwise, as long as he lived, even if only ten thousand of those three hundred thousand soldiers remained, they would still be a ferocious, untamable tiger...

Observing the thoroughly shattered souls, Ye Jingyu knew this was the purest form of energy and would not be wasted. Even if he didn't need it, his subordinates certainly did. He reached out toward the void with both hands, drawing in an extremely powerful suction that pulled in all the surrounding soul power. In a mere moment, a transparent golden core, the size of a fist, formed before him. This core contained the absorbed essence of a Soul Immortal, countless tiger souls, and the souls of two Spirit Manifestation experts. Even with some dissipation, it was more than enough to boost the combat strength of Ye Jingyu's followers...

He called out to Ni Bo, then paid no further attention to the ongoing battlefield. Mounting Ni Bo, the beast pushed off with its four hooves, and their bodies soared into the air, ascending toward the heavens...