Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who were traveling and training abroad, had arrived on the outskirts of West Hanging City.
"Little Ao, there was clearly a fierce battle here before. Why aren't there any bodies?" Ma Hongjun asked as he looked at the traces of combat around them.
They had come here to clean up the battlefield and earn Gold Soul Coins.
While training across the continent, Gold Soul Coins were the top priority. In recent days, they had joined a mercenary squad. While helping Oscar obtain his fourth Soul Ring, they had also saved up some Gold Soul Coins.
Not long ago, they had heard that a battle had taken place here, so they bid the squad farewell and came here.
Oscar scratched his head and thought, Fatty, I heard at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that when disciples die during missions, as long as the entire group isn't wiped out, their bodies must be brought back. This place was probably cleaned up after the battle ended.
The battlefield had been incredibly gruesome, with countless severed limbs and broken arms. Before leaving, Spirit Hall's forces had gathered and burned all those remains.
As for the Soul Tools and money carried by the Evil Soul Masters, those were all Spirit Hall's spoils of war.
"Well, that was a wasted trip." Ma Hongjun swept his gaze around, sounding somewhat resentful.
"Fatty, let's return to the squad first. Once you break through to Soul Ancestor, we can head north and try our luck. I heard the Northern Icefield has soul beasts suitable for me. Perhaps I can obtain a Soul Skill there that's suited for combat." Oscar looked north with determination written across his face.
Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed in the distance.
"Little Ao, look over there!" Ma Hongjun called out.