After pondering for a long time, Su Mo decided to find out whether the Prison Master had truly and completely submitted to the Soul Race.
If the other party had truly submitted to the Soul Race and was slaughtering people in the Yuanshi World to prove his loyalty, Su Mo would never let him off.
However, Su Mo knew that regardless of whether the Prison Master had truly submitted to the Soul Race, there was a high chance that this was a scheme of the Soul Race.
The Soul Race wanted to lure him out.
But Su Mo was not afraid. After all, he had thirteen clones outside, and those clones were not afraid of perishing.
"The Soul Race knows it will not be easy to deal with me. They must have a detailed plan!" Su Mo fell into deep thought again.
He did not know what kind of plan the Soul Race had, but one thing was certain: the Soul Race had definitely already begun laying out its traps. After all, he had caused such a huge commotion; the Soul Race could not possibly remain indifferent.
However, no matter what methods the Soul Race had, he would remain firmly seated on the fishing platform.
His main body and Bai Yan's clone would definitely not show themselves. Only the thirteen clones would remain outside, wandering about.
Moreover, he had already severed every connection between the thirteen clones and his main body, as well as Bai Yan's clone.
Other than their mental connection, unless someone searched his clones' memories, it would be impossible to locate the main body through the clones' auras.
Therefore, his plan was to beat the enemy at his own game.
Feign death!
Did the Soul Race not want to destroy him? Then he would give them the