Inside the Tang Sect Waiting Area, the atmosphere was grave and oppressive.
Bei Bei, the Tang Sect's Senior Brother, who had once been wounded by Tang Ya but had now fully recovered, fixed his gaze on the direction of the Witch Cult. As he watched that effeminate man, his expression instantly darkened. He muttered, "They changed their fighter again."
Everyone in the Tang Sect knew that both the Witch Cult and the Holy Spirit Sect were Evil Soul Master teams. If they fought each other and both suffered losses, that would, in a sense, be the most favorable outcome for the Tang Sect.
However, Bei Bei's beloved, Tang Sect Master Tang Ya, was currently among the Holy Spirit Team. How could Bei Bei possibly be at ease?
Looking back at the previous matches, the Holy Spirit Team's methods had been vicious, fully displaying the brutality and cold-bloodedness of Evil Soul Masters. But this Witch Cult before them gave off an even stranger and more terrifying aura, enough to make one's skin crawl.
Just from the methods both sides had displayed in this tournament, one could clearly tell that losing to the Holy Spirit Sect might mean a quick death. But if one lost to the Witch Cult, the outcome would likely be worse than death.
The various bizarre methods the Witch Cult had used in battle were truly horrifying beyond belief.
During the time he had been recovering at the hotel, Bei Bei had watched their Martial Souls clearly through Soul Guidance broadcasts. Yet not a single one was familiar to him.
As the great-grandson of Mu En, Shrek Academy's previous Sea God Pavilion Master and a Limit Douluo, Bei Bei had grown up at Shrek Academy and possessed extensive knowledge. Even he could not recognize these Martial Souls, which