Aaron activated the soul army without hesitation.
Countless souls he had defeated and killed materialized behind him in a silent, imposing line — Poseidon, Zeus, Lucifer, and many more legendary beings, their ethereal forms glowing with residual power.
With silent control, he commanded them to rush forward and attack Chen Mo all at once.
Chen Mo remained calm and composed, showing neither fear nor concern.
He gripped his sword tightly and began striking the souls down one by one.
Each swing was precise and lethal.
To the souls, it felt as though he was cutting through the entire group simultaneously.
A single stab to the chest ended one.
A clean slice severed the head of another.
They were souls, yet that did not stop Chen Mo from killing them.
Unlike their usual return to the soul gate, these deaths were final and absolute, true death.
"That's not what I want," Aaron muttered, his expression hardening.
