High in the sky, two heavy swords carrying surging Dou Qi collided fiercely. Sparks flew as one of them was clearly overpowered, his body sent flying back dozens of steps. His face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet he had no time to tend to his internal injuries. His gaze swiftly swept across the surroundings, and when he saw his brothers suffering heavy casualties, his eyes reddened even further.
"How shameless! Since when did this place become property of your Hall of Souls?" the defeated man demanded with bloodshot eyes. "Did the Demonic Flame Stones exist first, or did your Soul Hall Branch exist first?"
"Humph!"
"The strong rule supreme. A bunch of nameless brats dare mine Demonic Flame Stones within the territory of our Hall of Souls? You are courting death!"
As the injured man questioned them, cold laughter rang out from all around. Then came the sound of wind being torn apart, and shadowy figures appeared throughout the sky, surrounding the several dozen blood-covered people in the middle.
The man who had spoken earlier immediately turned deathly pale at the sight.
"Captain, leave first! We have to bring these Demonic Flame Stones back!"
More than a dozen figures shielded the man who had spoken earlier and roared in low voices. Like wolves driven into a dead end, they were prepared to make one final desperate stand.
Hearing this, the captain's hand gripping his weapon trembled. He touched a cloth pouch in his robes. Inside were ten Storage Rings, each filled with Demonic Flame Stones. Their team had spent several months searching for them and had risked their lives to obtain them. If they could safely escort them back to their sect, they would become meritorious contributors, and their sect's strength would rise as