"Let Yuhao make a scene. He lost this battle, but his mastery of Evil Martial Souls was simply extraordinary.
"The Xishui Alliance just had to clean up after him. Otherwise, if the cult leader blamed us, we couldn't bear the consequences."
"Yes!" The black-robed man answered and retreated into the shadows.
Ju Zi grew anxious. Watching Ye Guyi fight through the undead horde, she gripped her Flame Blade, urgency in her voice:
"We can't leave her to face them alone!"
She stepped forward to charge in, but Lin Ye reached out and stopped her.
The situation had grown desperate.
The rift to the Undead Demi-Plane kept widening. Skeleton soldiers, rotting corpses, and Undead Knights poured out like a tide,
trampling over the wreckage of the metal platform and spectator stands, spreading in every direction with howls and roars.
Ye Guyi's breathing had grown rapid and heavy. Bone spears wielded by the Undead Knights had torn several gashes in her gold-and-purple armor, and bloodstained strips of cloth fluttered in the air.
She cut down two skeleton soldiers, took a step back, and braced her sword tip against the ground. Her chest heaved:
"Damn Evil Soul Master... So many undead... I don't have enough Soul Power left to purify them..."
Huo Yuhao's face twisted in the surging light from the undead rift. He spread his arms, his voice filled with crazed satisfaction:
"Heh heh heh! You think you can stop me? Blood, devour!"
The Eight Spider Lances on his back snapped open. Eight sharp, black-and-red limbs extended through the air, sweeping outward with an aura that seemed to drain the souls of the living.
Several undead caught by that aura instantly crumbled to dust, while several fleeing spectators had their Soul Power sucked away and collapsed.
Huo Yuhao stepped in front of