Lin Daoyuan watched the figure Walked Out from within the hall, his face as dark as water.
"Who are you?"
"Zhang Mo of the Wuchang Ghost Sect!"
Zhang Mo looked at Lin Daoyuan with a beaming smile, then at everyone in the square.
They were all fine materials!
Just look—three Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists, more than thirty Golden Body Realm Martial Artists, and over three hundred Heavenly Dipper Stage martial artists of no small strength.
Heavenly Dipper Stage martial artists could have their blood essence directly extracted and Integrated Into the Blood Pool; Golden Body Realm Martial Artists could be made into Blood Puppets to serve as cannon fodder; Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists could be refined into Yin Soldiers.
His gaze swept over Lin Daoyuan, Yue E, and Han Jiangche, the satisfaction on his face growing ever more obvious.
Divine Soul Realm Yin Soldiers—these were far stronger than Foundation Establishment Yin Soldiers. If he could control them completely, their combat power would even surpass Foundation Establishment Yin Soldiers.
He had already planned to leave the Yunxiao Mountain Range, but before leaving the Yunxiao Mountain Range, he intended to make one huge score.
And so, he had set his sights on the Lingxiu Sea.
"Zhang Mo of the Wuchang Ghost Sect!" Lin Daoyuan Looked Towards Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian. "You actually Sought Refuge with the Wuchang Ghost Sect? No, you were controlled by the Wuchang Ghost Sect?"
Yang Shenwu lowered his eyelids, not the slightest emotion visible on his somewhat aged face.
Zhang Xian laughed, "Senior Lin, don't blame my patriarch. I took advantage of his unguarded moment and dragged him down into the Blood Pool!"
"Why?" Lin Daoyuan asked.
"Why? Naturally, to ascend to the Divine Soul Realm!" Zhang Xian said.
Lin Daoyuan narrowed his eyes, his