Within the War God’s secret chamber, time seemed to lose its meaning. Qin Wudao was completely immersed in his cultivation. His first priority was to absorb the massive amount of perfect-quality Army Soul Fiendish Qi to condense the Killing God Domain. This was crucial for his upcoming traversal of the battlefield on the Night of the Blood Moon.
With a single thought, the perfect Army Soul Fiendish Qi stored within his system space poured wildly into his limbs, bones, and consciousness. The fiendish qi was cold, tyrannical, and permeated with the scent of slaughter and destruction. It was the essence of iron and blood, condensed by the hundreds of millions of soldiers of Zhenyu Pass through endless years of brutal warfare. Its quality was far beyond that of ordinary fiendish qi.
For any ordinary cultivator—even a Saint—the sheer magnitude and violence of this perfect Army Soul Fiendish Qi would have instantly shattered their spirit and obliterated their willpower, reducing them to mindless, murderous walking corpses.
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