Night fell, dyeing the heavens black. After traveling all day, Yue Guan and the others gradually came to a halt.
Glancing at the dispirited Soul Master Army, Yue Guan could not help but sigh helplessly.
This time, all Eight Elders had mobilized, along with ten thousand Soul Masters. Every one of them possessed at least the cultivation of a Spirit King, and they had launched a nighttime raid on the Clear Sky Sect. They had held every possible advantage.
But what had happened? At first, they had indeed achieved a great victory. At the cost of the Ninth Elder, they had slain the Clear Sky Sect's Fifth Elder and Sixth Elder, severely wounded Tang Xiao, and wiped out several hundred Clear Sky Sect Disciples in one stroke.
However, once Dai Pojun and his wife led the brave and fearless White Tiger Soldiers into the battle, the situation had instantly reversed. Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupine Douluo had been killed, Ghost Leopard Douluo had been captured, and even Spirit Kite Douluo had suffered serious injuries and hovered on the brink of death.
More than half of the ten thousand Soul Masters had been lost. Fewer than five thousand remained—only a little over four thousand.
Though they had dealt the Clear Sky Sect a devastating blow, Spirit Hall had also suffered grievous losses.
"Damn it! Why did it turn out like this?! Fuck!" Anger flashed across Yue Guan's delicate face, while his eyes turned terrifyingly cold as he cursed furiously.
"Dai Weisi, one day, I'll kill you!"
Thinking of how Dai Weisi had escaped from his grasp time and again—and how Dai Weisi had even consumed the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum he had longed for—Yue Guan's heart filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
If thoughts could kill, then Dai Weisi would have