(Beautiful picture of Ye Guyi)
The Eight-Horned Ascetic rose and swept his gaze over the Holy Spirit Cult's facilities being destroyed in the distance. Then he looked down at the unconscious Lin Ye, his voice growing grave:
"Take the sect master back to the Jade Void Sect. Perhaps... another chance awaits him."
The other members of the Jade Void Sect set to work, gathering every Soul Bone and Soul Tool they could carry from the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters and packing them into Storage Soul Tools.
As for the facilities they could not take, the Eight-Horned Ascetic reduced them all to rubble with a waterspout.
Bit by bit, the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters crumbled into ruins beneath the night sky. The souls once imprisoned there had all dispersed into the heavens.
Everyone boarded the Soul Tool vehicles, ready to leave the Holy Spirit Cult's ruined headquarters.
Lin Ye lay inside one of the vehicles. Ye Guyi kept watch beside him, Ju Zi sat on the other side, and Nana lay against his chest.
All three watched his face, still drained of color.
Then, without warning, everything changed.
Heaven and earth suddenly shook. The tremor did not rise from the ground. It pressed down from above.
A strange pressure poured from the sky, enveloping the entire ruin.
Everyone inside the vehicle felt it, as though an invisible hand had settled on each of their shoulders.
Ju Zi braced herself against the wall to stay upright. Ye Guyi looked up at the roof. Nana lay against Lin Ye's chest, struggling even to breathe.
Third Offering Luo Long was the first to realize something was wrong.
He flew into the air against the crushing pressure, all eighteen of his horns glowing dark blue as he probed its source.
But in that instant, tremendous