Holy Spirit Cult Elder

A faint smile rested on Yun Luo's face, leaving this branch elder of the Holy Spirit Cult somewhat puzzled.

One had to know that within the Holy Spirit Cult's structure, even the lowest-ranking elders at headquarters had to possess the strength of a Title Douluo. Many of them were even Super Douluos.

As for the branch elders, though they were somewhat weaker, they were at least five-ring Soul Kings or six-ring Soul Emperors.

Some of the stronger elders possessed the strength of seven-ring Soul Saints.

They held the position of elder in the branches, while at headquarters, they were deacons.

Thus, their status within the Holy Spirit Cult was by no means low.

Yet the moment this elder's words left his mouth, he abruptly froze in place.

Darkness as thick as ink slowly spread across the ground, staining the narrow alley.

Where sunlight could not reach, that darkness was as tangible as black ink, with countless black tentacles slowly extending outward.

Within the shadows, Chen Ye stood there silently.

A faint golden light flowed gently through his eyes.

His hand and Yun Luo's hand rose at the same time, even at the same angle and speed.

As this scene unfolded, the towering fury in the elder's eyes abruptly froze.

He wanted to curse Yun Luo as a traitor, but he could not utter a single word.

Within his Island of the Mind, Chen Ye was already standing there quietly, flipping through his memories.

Chen Ye became somewhat absorbed in them. However, many of those memories were sealed, or rather, this elder was not weak—he was a six-ring Soul Emperor.

Completely controlling him was still somewhat difficult.

Of course, with the authority of Mind Domination in hand, complete control was merely a matter of time.

"Interesting. The Holy Spirit Cult actually has so many people in Eastsea City. There must be nearly thirty or forty of them altogether."

"Though few of them are strong, they're still somewhat troublesome."

"What a pity. All these people have to be dealt with. After all, if they aren't all taken away, how can it be fully proven that Yun Luo isn't a member of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Chen Ye, standing within the Island of the Mind, muttered to himself.

With a gentle movement of his fingers, all memories related to Yun Luo were extracted by Chen Ye and slowly condensed into a sphere of light.

Meanwhile, in reality, countless dark tentacles had already covered the elder's body.

An utterly ferocious expression appeared on his face, only to suddenly turn calm again. This cycle repeated itself over and over, and his face was filled with extreme agony.

With his mind under control, he could not even control his own expression.

As Chen Ye controlled him for longer and longer, the savagery and fury on his face gradually faded, leaving behind only numbness.

Yun Luo, standing nearby, remained even more indifferent. Casually, he pressed his hand into the other man's chest and pulled out an aged yet powerful heart.

Feeling the heartbeat, countless strands of fallen power poured into the heart, which began to expand at an extremely slow pace.

After Yun Luo stuffed the heart back into the old man's chest, his body turned into a shadow and swiftly disappeared.

Within the other man's Island of the Mind, Chen Ye vanished at the same time as the Chen Ye outside.

Only the old man remained where he stood, suddenly letting out a shrill roar.

Behind him, an enormous Black Knight entirely clad in armor stood silently.

However, strange wriggling worms had appeared across the Black Knight's face.

As the elder's body trembled, the worms began to writhe ever more violently. In the end, they formed twisted and bizarre symbols that slowly merged into the Black Knight's body.

A terrifying black greatsword suddenly slashed down around it, and the house that was about to be demolished collapsed with a thunderous crash.

That booming sound instantly drew the attention of many people.

At Eastsea Academy, Wu Zhangkong had just finished examining Tang Wulin and Yun Xiao and confirmed that neither of them was injured when he heard the loud crash.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes solemn. "Eastsea City may be large, but a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse should not be appearing here."

"What a terrifying and evil power. There's actually an Evil Soul Master of this level in Eastsea City."

Wu Zhangkong frowned, then tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and shot into the air.

Yet in the very next instant after he took flight, an incomparably immense pressure descended with a bang.

Above the skies, an enormous Phoenix Bird that blotted out the heavens let out ringing cries.

Wu Zhangkong's body crashed heavily back to the ground. Just as he looked up at the sky in confusion—

He saw the woman dressed in a black qipao. She was tall and slender, her exquisite curves displayed to perfection by the qipao.

But the instant the woman's ice-cold face appeared, Wu Zhangkong's body involuntarily trembled.

Many people below noticed the scene, and the students also raised their heads in astonishment to look at the woman suspended in midair.

Yet she did not look at those students. Instead, she gazed toward the outermost area of Eastsea City and casually raised a hand.

As the Phoenix Bird cried out, an enormous pillar of fire blasted forth.

The Dark Knight was roaring where it stood when its body was struck by the straight beam of flames and instantly began to disintegrate.

What no one noticed, however, was that several seconds before the Dark Knight was about to be struck by the pillar of fire—

Those bizarre worms had already fled swiftly through the darkness on the ground, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell.

As a thunderous boom suddenly descended, a large stretch of the surrounding district was instantly reduced to ruins.

The old man's body lay quietly where it had fallen. His lips twitched, and he was taking in far more breath than he let out.

Leng Yaozhu swiftly approached. She gripped the old man's wrist with one hand while a warm current of Soul Power flowed into his body.

Though disgust was written across her face, she had clearly sensed that this man's identity was far from ordinary.

As her Soul Power as a Level 98 Super Douluo entered his body, the old man's condition visibly stabilized somewhat.

"He's already lost control. What exactly is going on? Why would someone from the Holy Spirit Cult lose control?"

Leng Yaozhu stared at the old man and muttered to herself.

Though the Holy Spirit Cult was an evil organization made up of Evil Soul Masters, the chances of their martial souls losing control were virtually zero.

The reason was simple: most of their martial souls had long since lost control.

It was precisely because their martial souls had lost control, coupled with various evil techniques, that they could rise so quickly in such a short time and wield such terrifying power.

Yet the old man before her had not only lost control of his martial soul, but even the soul within his body had begun to tremble wildly.

Under such circumstances, this elder would not live much longer. Even she could not save him.

But while his death was inevitable, that did not mean she could not make him speak.

As one of the Spirit Pagoda's upper echelon, Leng Yaozhu did not approve of Qiangu Dongfeng's methods.

However, she was equally familiar with some of Qiangu Dongfeng's methods for torturing and interrogating people.

And some forms of pain were truly worse than death.

Many people would rather die outright than endure such pain, or pay a price they simply could not bear.