After personally witnessing the bodies of the Ninth Elder and Fifth Elder, devoid of all signs of life, turn into black mist and dissipate, Ye Lei was the first to return to where he had previously placed the Slaughter-type Level 8 Soul Tool Cannon. The moment he arrived, he saw something that made him fly into a rage.
He knew about the recoil of the Slaughter-type Level 8 Soul Tool Cannon, so he was not surprised to see the windows of nearby buildings shattered and huge cracks opening in the ground. What enraged him was that the perfectly good Soul Tool Cannon was now belching black smoke. Anyone with common sense could tell that its barrel had been ruined, leaving a 0% chance of firing another shot.
After Ye Lei approached, he had intended to remove the ruined cannon barrel and replace it with a new one. However, the rear cover of the Soul Tool Cannon sprang open, and five gray Beast Souls tumbled to the ground in one go. These five Beast Souls had already lost their luster, and the instant they touched the ground, they all turned to dust.
"Lao Yang, what a waste!"
"My stockpile was burned through by you like this! Five Beast Souls at the eighty-thousand-year level, and you just used them whenever you felt like it!"
"Can't you be a little more frugal?!"
"Achoo!"
Song Yang suddenly sneezed. He did not think too deeply about it, assuming he had inhaled some dust that made his nose itch. The great battle was finally over, and he could finally get some rest.
After all, in a few days, it would be time for Eight Soul Suppressors' new round of recruitment.
As for the assessments to be used on recruitment day, they still needed to confirm