"How are these Bloody Soul Prisoners so fast?"
"They already held an overwhelming advantage, yet they even called for reinforcements. Wasn't that a little too shameless?"
The more Qin Shaofeng thought about it, the more depressed he became.
But he knew even more clearly that he could only rely on himself now.
He had to face eight Bloody Soul Prisoners at once.
Especially one of them—its cultivation level was likely close to that of the strongest person the Western War God had sent him.
The gap in combat strength could only be even greater.
Wanting those people to help him was simply impossible.
The more he thought about it, the more frustration filled his heart.
Yet faced with the current situation, he did not have even the slightest solution.
Helplessness, frustration, and all sorts of emotions made him want nothing more than to unleash the Yellow Springs Road directly.
But before so many people, he did not dare imagine whether using the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade might bring about some unforeseeable consequences.
He did not want others to see through him too soon.
Especially since all the methods he had needed in his recent battles had been integrated into his Yellow Springs.
As a result, even he did not dare determine just how powerful his Yellow Springs had become.
Could it be that once the Yellow Springs Road was unleashed, it would erupt with power comparable to—or even far surpassing—the Emperor Sword?
While Qin Shaofeng was still thinking, a sense of danger had already emerged.
"Fuck! How is it so fast?!"
With a cry of alarm, Qin Shaofeng did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately used Shrink Ground into Inches.
Yet at the instant his figure vanished, he saw an enormous fist already descend before him.
Qin Shaofeng immediately