"All right, we'll do as Mao Yin says."
"With so many Title Douluo on our side, I refuse to believe we can be controlled by some brat."
"Let's—"
Before they could finish speaking, they sensed Tie Li's aura vanishing, along with those of Bing Ju's four companions and their clansmen.
Boom
Mao Yin immediately burst forth with astonishing speed, flying toward the place where the auras had disappeared.
At the speed unleashed by a level ninety-eight Title Douluo, he reached the foot of the twenty-third mountain in less than a breath.
He was fast, but he was too late.
All he saw was a lingering image.
"Two hundred-thousand-year soul rings? Haha, I've made a joke of myself." Mao Yin let out a bitter laugh.
The moment he saw Tie Wu's soul rings, he realized just how ridiculous his thoughts had been.
But it was too late now.
"They left the Thunder Tribulation Realm directly?"
"They don't need us anymore? Impossible. Without us, what will they use to contend against Spirit Hall?"
From Lei Zhen and Bing Ju's accounts, they had learned about the distribution of soul master forces in the Douluo Continent's soul master world, and naturally, Spirit Hall could not be avoided.
It was precisely because they had learned of Spirit Hall's strength that they had been certain Tie Li needed their help, intending to use it as leverage.
They descended upon Thunder Pool once more. This had once been the Wind Thunder Sect's sect grounds, but now it had become a stretch of ruins.
"Thunder Pool?"
This was Kui Xin's first time here, yet he recognized Thunder Pool at a glance. Every clan had records of history, so it was hardly strange that he recognized it.
"Lei Zhen, your clansmen are skilled at constructing palaces, while mine