Hun Hong, the Soul Clan's current Elder, was a Late Five-star Dou Sheng.
For hundreds of years, he had remained stationed within the Soul Clan and had never taken a single step outside. Yet half a year ago, he suddenly received orders to guard this Ling Clan, which they had already thoroughly wiped out, and to ensure that no one learned the truth of the Ling Clan's destruction.
In other words, aside from the Soul Clan, no one was allowed to enter the Ling Clan. If any blind intruders truly barged in, they had to die.
And all of this, he had heard, was because one of Hun Miesheng's subordinates had let something slip. The thought alone made Hun Hong quite displeased.
"That Hun Miesheng can't even keep his own subordinates' mouths shut. He really is finished."
Hun Hong gave a cold snort and leisurely held watch over the Ling Clan's important grounds, listlessly flipping through the countless memories the Ling Clan had collected in their Forbidden Ground over thousands of years. Several Ling Clansmen stood around him, yet not a single one showed any anger at Hun Hong's actions.
Upon closer inspection, one would discover that these Ling Clansmen's eyes lacked even the slightest light. Even Ling Rumeng, who had previously gone to the Tianhe Alliance as the Ling Clan's envoy to discuss an alliance, was among them.
Soul Servants were a sinister art unique to the Soul Clan that controlled corpses. Originally, after wiping out the Ling Clan, the souls of these Ling Clansmen should have been gathered as nourishment. But because Hun Ming had let something slip, the Soul Clan had been forced to leave some behind, controlling their souls and mobilizing their corpses to appear before the Tianhe Alliance. Only then had they temporarily obscured the