Inside the Evil Soul Masters' headquarters east of Dusk Sleep City, the ritual array Demon Douluo had set up had grown increasingly crimson, while an enormous "blood orb" floated above it.
Originally, only a single ring of Evil Soul Masters had sat outside the array. Now, however, there were layer upon layer of them, with no telling how many Evil Soul Masters were seated there. It seemed that most of them had been called back for this task.
Every one of them performed the movements Demon Douluo had demonstrated earlier, and the blood orb above the array continued to grow larger.
Demon Douluo and Wraith Douluo stood atop a raised platform, watching the ritual before them, but they were in vastly different states of mind.
Demon Douluo still looked as steady as a man sitting by a fishing rod, utterly unconcerned about what was happening outside.
Wraith Douluo, on the other hand, was the very picture of "calm on the surface, panicking like hell inside."
He had been here for several days, yet he still had no idea what Demon Douluo was trying to do.
Moreover, a quarter of an hour ago, his few remaining subordinates had come to report that the people from Spirit Hall and Grace Hall had already begun their assault.
With so many Evil Soul Masters gathered before him, Wraith Douluo naturally knew that most of Demon Douluo's men were here. There definitely could not be many Evil Soul Masters left at the outlying strongholds.
Even if the enemy noticed nothing unusual and simply cleared the strongholds one by one as planned, how long could the Evil Soul Masters remaining outside hold out?
Wraith Douluo did not believe Demon Douluo had failed to consider this. Yet out of pride, he felt that asking first would put