The domain gradually dissipated, and the remaining Soul Devourer Flames, like greedy tongues of fire, burned all the demon corpses on the scene to ashes, leaving only a ground littered with scorched black soil.
Karsas held the Death God's Scythe, and with a gentle twist of his bone-fingers, the Ten Thousand Souls Record flipped through its pages. Ghostly blue and pale white light dots danced and whirled between the pages, eventually solidifying into miniature soul shadows—each light shadow represented a harvested soul body.
These soul bodies will undergo transformation and refinement by death energy within the Ten Thousand Souls Record, ultimately turning into an absolutely obedient Death Army, becoming the sharpest blade in Karsas' hand.
Qin Tian looked down at the system interface, eyeing the numbers of Evolution Points that had suddenly surged, and the addition of dozens of new talents in the list, a satisfied curve hung on his lips.
