Poison Dragon Bloodbath

The figure in the middle spoke in a hoarse, dry voice, like two bones grinding together. "The provisions have been burned. Wolf Owl's plan has already run into a massive complication."

"No matter." The figure on the left had a soft, sinister voice. "Our goal was never to help Wolf Owl win. Chaos, death, despair... those negative emotions and the dissipating living souls are the nourishment the Venerable needs. This place has just endured slaughter and burning. It is the perfect time to harvest."

The figure on the right said nothing, merely raising a withered hand like a bird's claw, palm facing upward.

A fist-sized grayish-white vortex silently appeared, spinning without cease and radiating a powerful suction force.

Within the sea of fire below, the lingering souls of Sky Wolf Sect soldiers and Assault Battalion deathsworn who had just fallen and had not yet fully dispersed seemed drawn by an invisible force. They turned into wisps of faint grayish-white air, wailing as they were sucked into the vortex.

Even the thick smoke and scorching heat from the flames seemed to dim and turn several degrees colder.

"That human called Lu Chen always seems capable of creating scenes the Venerable enjoys." The middle figure looked toward Northern Garrison Pass. Within the shadows beneath its hood, two scarlet points flashed and vanished. "Poison Dragon Ridge should be starting soon as well, shouldn't it? The Ten Thousand Gu Sect's poison, along with the little gift we prepared... I hope it will give Mo Qianqiu and Lu Chen quite enough of a surprise."

"Let's go. We have collected nearly all the lingering souls here. To Poison Dragon Ridge, to watch the show." The soft, sinister voice gave a light laugh.

The three shadows seemed to melt into the night, vanishing without a sound as