Inside the Tang Sect's council hall, Tang San sat upright in the seat of honor.
Seated in order on either side below were the Tang Sect's elders and the exceptionally gifted younger generation.
On the other side, Spirit Hall's Second through Seventh Worshippers were also seated together.
The moment Yue Guan and Gui Mei stepped through the doors and saw such a gathering, they froze on the spot.
Several peak Douluo, along with a host of powerful young experts—such a profound foundation was simply terrifying.
"Sect Master, the Spirit Hall Empire has already assembled every Soul Master army it can mobilize. Under Bibi Dong's personal command, they will soon mass their forces before Jialing Pass."
Yue Guan swallowed, reporting with lingering fear, "Moreover, Bibi Dong's aura has now reached an unfathomable level.
When Old Ghost and I risked our lives to escape, we sensed that cold, sinister fluctuation from afar.
That pressure felt as though it could effortlessly crush us even from thousands of miles away."
Hearing this, Tang San's expression grew more solemn.
Based on Yue Guan's description, even if Bibi Dong had not fully inherited the Rakshasa God's divine position, she was likely only half a step away.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, is there still any possibility of persuading the remaining Soul Master legions of the Spirit Hall Empire to surrender?"
Tang San sighed softly, his tone carrying a trace of compassion for all living things.
"Wantonly creating slaughter is truly not what I desire."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei shook their heads helplessly.
Gui Mei continued in a hoarse voice, "Sect Master, I believe you are already aware of Spirit Hall's internal situation.
The elite forces loyal to the Worship Hall and the Angel lineage were brought to the Tang Sect long ago by the Worshippers.
Nearly