Lin Bai continued forward. More than seven hundred and twenty Spirit Puppets appeared ahead!
Lin Bai did not retreat in the slightest. With a flash of flying swords, the Purple Cloud Sword and Azure Song Sword moved with him, and the three swords began slaughtering their way through the horde of Spirit Puppets.
In the darkness.
The white-haired old man and Fisherman watched Lin Bai fight his way along the Martial Soul Path!
"Not bad. With his strength, if his cultivation were the same as that of Crimson Immortal Sect's direct disciples, he definitely wouldn't be at the bottom." The white-haired old man spoke indifferently.
"Heh!" Fisherman chuckled lightly. "Back then, when Crimson Immortal Sect's disciples faced more than seven hundred and twenty Spirit Puppets, they were beaten until they fled with their tails between their legs. And you're actually saying that Crimson Immortal Sect's disciples are on his level?"
"I'm telling you, if Lin Bai's cultivation were in the same realm as Crimson Immortal Sect's direct disciples, then judging by cultivation alone, without considering their methods, Lin Bai could crush them outright!"
"Just watch. He hasn't fully unleashed his strength yet!"
"After all, he hasn't used his Martial Soul!"
"Once he uses his Martial Soul, these Spirit Puppets will be no more than paper tigers before him!"
Fisherman said with a light laugh.
"Isn't that so? Did you not see that senior's Devouring Spirit back then?" Fisherman said in a gloomy voice.
The white-haired old man's eyes filled with a trace of reminiscence. Then they transformed into shock and dread!
"How many Martial Souls are there here?" Fisherman asked.
"There are nine hundred thousand Yellow Grade Martial Souls, seven hundred thousand Profound Grade Martial Souls, one hundred thousand Earth Grade Martial Souls, ten thousand Heaven-Rank Souls, nine hundred Emperor