When Bibi Dong led her army of Evil Soul Masters south, it numbered only twenty thousand.
Twenty thousand was not a large force, but every one of them was an elite.
All of them had cultivated their strength through devouring.
Spirit City had received word long before.
Qian Daoliu stood in the Pope Palace, reading the urgent report sent back by the scouts, his expression as dark as the sky before a storm.
"Twenty thousand." He repeated the number. "All around rank thirty. Bibi Dong herself is rank sixty, and with her self-Martial Soul Fusion Skill, her combat strength rivals a Titled Douluo's."
"Great Worship, we do have quite a few people on our side." Golden Crocodile Douluo stood below him, holding a roster. "Since Spirit City was rebuilt, people have come from every direction to join us. Counting the garrison and the temporarily conscripted Soul Masters, we have over fifty thousand. But most are between ranks ten and twenty. Only you and the young mistress are above rank fifty."
Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time.
Fifty thousand against twenty thousand. Spirit Hall had the advantage in numbers.
But in cultivation, the Evil Soul Masters overwhelmed them.
One rank-forty Evil Soul Master could fight ten ordinary rank-twenty Soul Masters. Bibi Dong had twenty thousand elites under her command, while of Spirit Hall's fifty thousand, only three thousand could truly fight. Sending the remaining forty-odd thousand onto the battlefield would only send them to their deaths.
"Pass down my orders," Qian Daoliu said, his voice level. "Abandon the Outer City. Everyone is to retreat into the Inner City. Take every supply we can carry. Also, send messengers to all the major sects. Tell them Spirit Hall requests aid. Bibi Dong's army of Evil Soul Masters is marching south. If