As the voice fell, it was like rolling thunder descending from the nine heavens, and the atmosphere throughout the Spirit Hall camp grew tense.
Countless soul masters looked around in confusion, yet they could never find the source of the voice. The surrounding Spirit Hall soul masters were all dressed ordinarily; even if one or two people had infiltrated the camp, they would be difficult to spot at once.
The oppressive pressure made many people unable to raise their heads. Three figures emerged from the tent at the center of the camp simultaneously—it was Bishop Mo and the other two. Their expressions were grave, and their faces looked terrible.
Unlike the bewildered ordinary soul masters, the three were all bishop-level soul masters of Spirit Hall, possessing formidable strength. Following the direction from which the pressure came, they all looked up into the sky.
Soul Power surged around them, and eight Soul Rings appeared on each of their bodies. Twenty-four Soul Rings shone brilliantly, radiating dazzling light.
The three of them were actually Soul Douluo-level soul masters!
As their Soul Power stirred, the pressure on the soul masters around them greatly lessened.
Seeing the three bishops, they followed suit. Rings of Soul Rings rose from beneath their feet. In less than a moment, like ink spreading across rice paper, Soul Rings of every color began flickering throughout the camp. Looking down from the sky, an ocean of Soul Rings lay spread before them.
Among them, yellow Soul Rings were the most numerous, followed by purple ones. Between those two colors, white ten-year Soul Rings and black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings were the rarest.
The Soul Rings rose and fell, and immense waves of Soul Power shot into the heavens, making Zhao Xuan's entire body tremble. He could not help but sigh. "This