"Pill Tower Ancestor, you old monster, I will never rest until one of us is dead!" Unable to bear such a devastating blow, the Soul Hall Master shouted.
It could be said that this battle had cost Soul Hall nearly sixty percent of the powerful experts it had accumulated over several centuries. For the next few decades, aside from maintaining operations and collecting souls, Soul Hall would hardly have any spare manpower for anything else. They would need to fully retract Soul Hall's influence; they could not even retaliate against Pill Tower, and might not even be able to fulfill the Hun Clan's required quota for soul collection.
How could the Soul Hall Master accept such losses? It was like a multimillionaire suddenly being driven nearly bankrupt, saddled with crushing debts, and forced to tighten his belt through a difficult period. How could someone accustomed to luxury accept that all at once?
"Hall Master, given our current circumstances, it truly isn't suitable for us to engage in another battle," the Soul Hall Vice Master cautiously advised.
He and the Soul Hall Master were tied together now. This disastrous defeat was not solely the Soul Hall Master's responsibility; he bore a great deal of blame as well. The people of the clan would not listen to his excuses. Thus, what they needed to do now was ensure that the task of collecting souls could be completed smoothly, rather than desperately fighting Pill Tower, which had suffered little damage.
The Soul Hall Master did not respond. Instead, he took a deep breath and said coldly, "Go to the Heavenly Nether Sect and tell the Heavenly Nether Old Demon that if he joins Soul Hall, I can give him a Ninth-grade Treasure Pill to help him break through to Dou Saint."
As he