At that moment, the factory supervisor, Tai Lu Shan, was hiding in the surveillance room, his entire body trembling as he contacted Clan Leader Tai Heng.
His breathing was rapid and ragged, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with indescribable terror.
He had seen clearly how Qian Cheng had fought his way in.
That merciless slaughter made it seem as though he truly regarded the Strength Clan members as livestock awaiting slaughter, without the slightest pity or hesitation.
Qian Cheng crossed the dozen-meter corridor in mere seconds.
Yet to Tai Lu Shan, it felt like he had endured an entire century.
Dozens of clansmen had not even managed to stop Qian Cheng for a second before falling one after another into pools of blood.
Those dozen or so Soul Emperor-level experts should have been able to contend with even a Soul Douluo for a while.
But before Qian Cheng, they were as fragile as window paper, pierced with a single poke.
What terrified him even more was that Qian Cheng had not activated his martial soul from beginning to end.
Relying solely on his beyond-limit physical attributes, he had sent those powerful Soul Masters spiraling into the sky on the spot!
On the surveillance screen, Qian Cheng steadily advanced toward the surveillance room.
Every step felt as though it were stomping on Tai Lu Shan's heart, leaving him nearly suffocated.
As Tai Lu Shan waited in such panic that he was on the verge of collapse, the communicator was finally answered.
However, the voice that came from the other end was not Clan Leader Tai Heng's.
It was his younger brother, Tai Zhong, the Strength Clan's second-in-command.
"Where's my father?"
Tai Lu Shan asked in a tearful voice.
"The Clan Leader is discussing important matters with the