Soul Clan Powerhouses at Each Other's Throats

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

The fluctuations in that patch of space finally reached their peak, and dozens of figures abruptly materialized in midair. The moment they appeared, they instantly drew most of the attention on the battlefield.

The towering aura emitted by those dozens of Dou Sheng powerhouses gathered together immediately dispersed the strange black mist that had yet to fully spread. The skies above the Peak of the Fallen instantly brightened.

If the aura of the Soul Hall's ten powerhouses had previously blanketed the entire Peak of the Fallen, then with the arrival of the Sky Mansion powerhouses, the Soul Hall's aura was instantly compressed to occupy only thirty percent of the Peak of the Fallen.

This place had been a ghastly ghost domain before; now, it had become a resplendent bastion of righteousness.

The Soul Hall's momentum immediately weakened!

One, two, three... seventeen, eighteen... thirty-four, thirty-five. A total of thirty-five Sky Mansion powerhouses, and every one of them was a Dou Sheng!

"I counted them. The Sky Mansion side actually sent thirty-five powerhouses, and every single one is a mighty Dou Sheng. I must be seeing things!"

"Heavens! A full thirty-five Dou Sheng powerhouses! Where did Sky Mansion get so many Dou Shengs?!"

"Damn it! So Sky Mansion were the true masters at playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

"A full thirty-five Dou Sheng powerhouses... Other than those Ancient Imperial Clans lurking behind the scenes, I'm afraid no force can truly surpass Sky Mansion now."

The crowd near the Peak of the Fallen was like a pot of oil on the verge of boiling, buzzing endlessly. Astonishment, terror, relief, despair—every sort of emotion was present.

"Thirty-five Dou Sheng powerhouses? How is that possible? Where did Sky Mansion get so many Dou Sheng powerhouses?!"

Old Man Hun Mo, who