The Soul Hall Deputy Master's Despair

Bang!

After an unknown amount of time, an arm suddenly stretched out from beneath a pile of shattered stones and rubble.

Crash...

After that dust-covered arm appeared, the person's other hand and head also began to move.

A moment later, he struggled out from beneath the rubble.

Still somewhat dazed, he looked around and, upon finding no danger, finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

As he controlled his Storage Ring and took out a Healing Pill to swallow, he said thankfully, "Luckily, that Ancient Clan Dou Zun didn't discover that I was still alive. Otherwise, I'd probably have been doomed as well!"

After speaking, he stared at the empty surroundings and the vast expanse of rubble covering the ground.

For a moment, he could not help but feel utterly lost.

"Damn it, the souls!"

The purple-robed Dou Zun suddenly remembered that nearly two hundred thousand Soul Bodies were still being held in the branch hall under his command, and he immediately cried out in alarm.

Before his words had even faded, he forced his severely injured body onward and staggered toward where he remembered the Soul Locking Grand Hall to be.

However, when he reached the former location of the Soul Locking Grand Hall, his already pale face instantly drained of all color.

"It's over. All the souls are gone. This is really over..."

Looking at the broken bricks and shattered tiles before him, the purple-robed Dou Zun could not help but burst into tears.

As the deputy master of a Soul Hall Branch Hall under the Earth Fiend Hall, he knew all too well what kind of punishment awaited him when he faced his superiors.

Judging from the situation before him, he feared he would not escape death.

"Damn Ancient Clan! You've reduced the branch hall under