The fight came to an end, and everyone witnessed the whale moving faster than the very formation protecting the place, not letting a single drop of blood go to waste. In the next moment, the whale waved, and a soul flowed out from his inventory.
Everyone saw the formation capture that soul, which vanished completely, probably being refined. It was a fair fate, balancing out all the lives he had destroyed and the souls his sect had refined. Even though he didn't commit the acts directly, he accepted the privileges his sect provided at the cost of those atrocities.
Meanwhile, outside the arena, the atmosphere was filled with an intense demonic aura. The Shadow God radiated such overwhelming fury that every cultivator felt a deep fear.
