Expedition, the Most Sacred War!

He saw with utter clarity Feng Ling's terrified, bloodless face, Zhongli Wu's trembling hands, the Abomination Douluo's panicked shrieks, Nangong Wan's flustered expression as he secretly searched for an escape route...

These beings, who in people's eyes should have been death gods, the most vicious and fearsome of all, now looked like a flock of drenched, cowardly chickens—a band of defeated, soul-lost bandits!

A faint trace of disappointment flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes before they returned to calmness. He spread his arms, and terrifying spiritual waves carried his voice outward:

"Those who submit to me shall prosper; those who defy me shall perish."

"From this day onward, I shall be the master of your Holy Spirit Cult, the lord of every Evil Soul Master beneath heaven and upon earth. Honor me as your ruler, and I shall regard you as family."

"Today, I become the Pope of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

Thud! In that instant, a vast black mass fell to its knees.

With Zhongli Wu taking the lead, the entire upper echelon of the Holy Spirit Cult knelt in unison within the Evil Demon Forest, beneath the increasingly dense and sinister bloody glow of the Evil Eye Tyrant Sovereign.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!!!"

"Long live the Pope! Long live the Pope! Long, long live the Pope!"

Their utterly fervent cries of worship resounded through the Evil Demon Forest!

"Rise. You call for my long life, but I say that all Holy Soul Master warriors shall live long, and all living beings of the Douluo Continent shall live long. Remember this: from today onward, our Holy Spirit Cult is different. We are no longer an organization lurking in the shadows. We fight for the future of the continent, for the salvation of every race and creature on the Douluo