Gathering all forty-eight slaves in an open field, Cale stood at the center of their circle. They remained shackled, their slave seals binding them to his will. They were incapable of even whimpering.
Cale contemplated, hand resting on his chin. "Quite a few in their twenties. That should provide decent nourishment. The purer the soul, the better, heh."
He opened the Thorned Lotus in a single fluid motion and made a sweeping cut through the air—a complete three-hundred-sixty-degree slash.
All forty-eight heads severed simultaneously, bodies and heads alike falling with thuds, blood spurting like fountains.
Cale immediately activated his domain and hurled a barrier talisman, trapping their souls within before they could disperse into the afterlife.
He sat quickly, activating Separator and Soul Severance to sever their connection with physical bodies. Normally, cultivators would have resisted, their developed wills would have fought back—but mortals had no such defense.
