Leaving aside Tang Chen's miserable plight, and Qian Daoliu returning to the Angel God Temple to recover from his injuries, Tian Hao ran into a bit of trouble on his side.
"There's a Soul Ancestor. Judging by the Soul Power aura, their Martial Soul should be Plant System, most likely a control-type Soul Master. I just don't know what kind."
As they followed the merchant caravan to a stretch of road with a broad, steep slope on one side, Tian Hao looked toward the top of the slope.
Quite a few trees concealed the area, but with the powerful Mental Power enhanced by the Nightmare Soul Bone, he sensed a fluctuation of Soul Power there. It was slightly stronger than Meng Yuyan's, and judging by its aura, it was most likely a Plant System Martial Soul.
"Stop! Stay alert!"
The moment Tian Hao spoke, Meng Yuyan shouted. Everyone in the caravan skillfully drew their weapons and took cover beside the wagons, guarding against enemies firing arrows.
Having traveled north and south with merchant caravans for years, they had encountered plenty of mountain bandits and highway robbers. They had long developed an effective way to deal with such situations and minimize casualties.
Not to mention that they had hired a Soul Ancestor to accompany and protect them this time.
But everyone's expressions soon changed. The trees at the top of the hundred-meter slope suddenly toppled over, revealing a row of relatively smooth, massive stone balls.
If those rolled down, forget people—even the wagons would be smashed to pieces.
Before the caravan could react, someone pried the stone balls at the top of the slope loose, sending them rolling down faster and faster with increasingly terrifying force.
Though they had been warned in time, the front half of the caravan was still