<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5390</h2>


    A young soldier gripped his spear tightly and shouted to hisrades, “Brothers, the demonic spirits are killing ourpatriots and destroying our homes. We cannot surrender! Fight them!”


    “Fight!” The soldiers shouted in unison, raising their weapons, their eyes gleaming with determination.


    The civilians below the city walls also heard Liu Kun’smand and erupted in frantic protest.


    “We will not surrender! Even if it means death, we will live and die with the Divine Capital!”


    “Liu Kun is a traitor! We must kill the traitor and resist the demonic spirits!”


    “Men of the Divine n, take up arms and defend the Divine Capital!”


    Instantly, the citizens of the Divine Capital drew their weapons and stood shoulder to shoulder with the soldiers of the Guardian Legion, forming a human wall.


    While they were civilians of the Divine Kingdom, they were also powerful Divine n cultivators.


    From childhood to adulthood, a Protoss cultivator would never bow to anyone.


    Liu Kun, watching the scene before him, felt a mixture of emotions.


    He had only sought power; he had never considered betraying the Divine Nation, much less allowing the people of the Divine Capital to fall into the hands of the demonic spirits. But now, he was in a difficult position.


    “You… you’re courting death!”


    Liu Kun roared, but he dared not order the attack on the civilians.


    Seeing the city gates lingering, the Soul Devourer lost his patience and roared, “If you refuse to ept my offer, I’ll punish you! Full force, attack! Raze the Divine Capital!”


    “Kill!”


    A hundred thousand demonic spirits roared in unison, surging towards the Divine Capital’s gates like a ck tide.


    Though the gates held, they quickly cracked under the demonic spirits’ fierce assault.


    “Brothers, hold the gates!” The leader of the Nation Defense Legion swung his sword, shing at the demonic spirits that scaled the gates.


    The soldiers followed suit, attacking the demon spirits with spears, swords, and bows and arrows. The civilians joined the demon spirits in the fight, some even igniting themselves, wielding them, to their deaths. An


    elderly woman, clutching a demon spirit, cursed with herst remaining strength, “Demon bas***! Even if I die, I’ll take you with me!”


    Then, she blew herself apart.


    Cultivating to the Earthly Immortal realm is truly a feat, yet the people of the Divine Capital would rather ignite themselves than surrender.


    A young mother hid her child in a crack in the city wall, then grabbed a magical de and charged at the demon spirit, crying, “My child, I’m sorry I can’t be with you until you grow up!”


    Blood stained the bricks and stones of the city wall, and corpses piled high.


    Soldiers and civilians of the Guardian Legion fought bravely, falling one after another, but not one retreated.


    They sacrificed their lives, demonstrating their loyalty to the Divine Kingdom.


    Liu Kun stood atop the city wall, watching the horrific scene unfold before him, his heart filled with self-me and pain.


    He covered his face, tears streaming through his fingers. “It’s my fault… I’ve harmed you…”


    Xue Wuying stood nearby, a beaming smile on his face. He produced a ck gourd and gently drew upon the battlefield, sucking the souls of countless fallen soldiers and civilians into the gourd.


    These souls, imbued with a rich resentment, were the perfect material for cultivating demonic powers.


    “Hahaha, great! That’s fantastic! So many souls, enough for me to achieve a breakthrough!”


    Xue Wuying’sughter was filled with madness and cruelty.


    Half an hourter, the gates of the Divine Capital were finally breached by the demonic spirits.


    Without the barrier of the gates, the demonic spirits poured into the Divine Capital like a tide, ughtering civilians and soldiers alike.


    The streets were a cacophony of cries, screams, and fighting, littered with burning houses and fallen bodies.


    The Divine Capital, the prosperous capital of the Sixth Heaven, was instantly transformed into a living hell.


    Liu Kun stumbled along the street, watching the familiar scene bepletely distorted, watching the people die tragically under the butcher knife of the demon soul, and the self-me and despair in his heart reached a peak.