The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples heard their sect master's voice and continuously retreated toward Ning Fengzhi.
A moment later, all the disciples had gathered together.
Ning Fengzhi swept his gaze over them, his eyes bloodshot, his eye sockets seeming ready to split apart.
Only a few breaths had passed since that first scream, yet they had lost nearly a thousand disciples.
Looking at the slightly more than two thousand disciples around him, his heart bled.
His hateful gaze fell upon the mysterious soul masters who had surrounded them layer upon layer. An icy voice squeezed through his teeth. "Spirit Hall!"
Although these mysterious soul masters bore no marks of Spirit Hall, he was absolutely certain that they were Spirit Hall soul masters.
Other than Spirit Hall, what other force could send ten thousand soul masters to attack the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
Chen Xin and Gu Rong descended, standing beside Ning Fengzhi.
Dugu Bo wore a grave expression as he hurried forward from behind and took his place at Ning Fengzhi's side.
With the three elders present, the weight in Ning Fengzhi's heart eased slightly.
He looked over at the enemy. They only had four Titled Douluo.
With the amplification of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, their three elders had an excellent chance of winning. Dugu Bo in particular was a terrifying weapon of mass slaughter on the battlefield.
With Elder Dugu here, those ten thousand or so soul masters were nothing to fear.
"Elder Dugu, it's fortunate that you returned yesterday. I'll have to trouble you with the enemy's low-level soul masters later," Ning Fengzhi said quickly in a low voice.
He felt immensely relieved. If Dugu Bo had not happened to return, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might truly have been wiped out