The mountain wind swept past, carrying a few dead leaves with it. The forest was deathly silent, broken only by the uneasy snorting of the Soul Beast warhorses.
The knight captain rested a hand on his sword hilt, Soul Power surging through him as his sharp eyes remained locked on the dark forest ahead.
"Who's there? Come out!"
The hundred knights behind him reacted with astonishing speed. Without a single unnecessary movement, they revealed their Soul Rings in unison.
Yellow and purple Soul Rings shone against one another. In an instant, Soul Power churned across the rugged mountain road, murderous intent soaring into the sky!
Inside the prison cart, Yu Xiaogang, who had just been immersed in boundless resentment, shuddered at the sudden, frigid killing intent and curled up even tighter.
Rustle...
A series of faint footsteps came from the woods.
Then, one figure after another slowly emerged from the shadows beneath the trees.
There was no killing intent.
Nor were there any powerful Soul Power fluctuations.
Those who came out were merely ordinary people. The occasional few with Soul Power were only Soul Masters or Soul Grandmasters.
Yet every pair of eyes was bloodshot, fixed firmly on the prison cart forged from sunken silver.
There was no fear in those gazes, no hesitation—only bone-deep hatred fierce enough to burn everything to ashes.
At their head was the burly man who had accused Yu Xiaogang of causing his daughter's tragic death in the square.
He stared at the prison cart, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His body shook violently from overwhelming rage and grief.
When the knight captain saw these people, the wariness and killing intent in his eyes quietly faded somewhat.
He recognized them.
Or rather, everyone in Spirit City who had witnessed