"And are you really willing to accept this?"
"If you were..."
"You wouldn't have come here today!"
He cast a pointed glance at the man pretending to be dejected and gave a cold laugh.
They were all thousand-year-old foxes. Why put on a ghost-story act?
Death was already at their door...
And he still wanted someone else to lead the charge.
What an utter fool.
The dejected man kept his head down, as though he hadn't felt the stare at all.
The others exchanged glances, unsure how to resist the purge coming from the War God Temple and the Dou Tian Department.
"Perhaps... we could seek outside help."
Someone ventured the suggestion cautiously, drawing every eye. Another person asked urgently,
"What do you mean?"
"A Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shell."
The room erupted in shock.
Several people were struck speechless.
"A Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shell?!"
"Th-this..."
But once the shock passed, a thoughtful look appeared in many eyes.
It was true.
They had no powerful Soul Masters capable of standing against the War God Temple and the Dou Tian Department.
But could a living man really let himself die because he needed to piss?
If their own strength wasn't enough, they would use an outside force.
And as it happened...
A Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shell could do exactly that.
Back then, the Federation had detonated a Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shell to keep Shrek Academy in check.
Otherwise, the entire Federation would long since have become a place where Shrek's word was law.
Now, the situation was much the same...
They could use a Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shell to deter the War God Temple and the Dou Tian Department.
"Everyone, don't forget."
"How did the Dai Family die?"
"And what brought about