Seeing that the enemy had discovered their presence, the group no longer bothered to hide. In any case, they had already achieved their goal of clearing the field.
Three Titled Douluo, one peak Level 89 Soul Douluo, seven Soul Saints, and dozens of powerful Soul Kings clad in gray robes.
By the looks of it, today would be the day the Blood Spirit Sect fell.
Of the Blood Spirit Sect's nearly five hundred soul masters below the Soul Saint rank, aside from the eight Soul Emperors fortunate enough to survive, every other evil spirit master had been turned into puddles of pus by the Jade Scale Flood Dragon Poison.
Dugu Bo had not chosen to end their lives quickly. Instead, he let these scoundrels savor the taste of despair in their final moments. This was retribution for their callous disregard for human life.
Seeing their force of several hundred reduced to barely more than a dozen in an instant, the Blood Spirit Sect Master stared viciously at Su He and his group, the hatred in his eyes practically spilling over.
"Very well. In the more than twenty years since our sect arrived on the Douluo Continent, we have never suffered such a loss."
The Blood Spirit Sect Master narrowed his eyes as he watched his subordinates turn into pus one after another beneath the Jade Scale poison, yet he showed no intention of stopping it.
They were merely Soul Emperors and Soul Kings. Their deaths meant nothing. With the Blood Spirit Sect's newly developed secret technique, they could cultivate another large batch in no time.
The evil spirit masters above the Soul Douluo rank were the true foundation of the Blood Spirit Sect. They were his real subordinates, the ones who had crossed the sea with him from the Sun