Xie Yue warned Yan to be careful of the Fallen Soul Masters' attacks.
As key targets of Spirit Hall's training, they were all well acquainted with the Fallen Soul Masters' methods of attack.
For example, poisons that targeted the mind could plunge the victim into an illusion and leave them under a Fallen Soul Master's control. Or they could use one's blood to inflict severe damage on the body.
The best course of action was to avoid getting injured.
This time, they had directly stormed the Holy Word Sect's headquarters, determined to wipe out this sect founded by Fallen Soul Masters in one fell swoop.
The Soul Masters sent by the Soul Master Empire this time were all at least six-ring Soul Emperors. They were worried that lower-level Soul Masters would be controlled by Fallen Soul Masters and become a burden instead.
For the moment, the Spirit Hall Empire's Soul Masters held the advantage on the battlefield.
"Yan, something isn't right."
"Where's the problem?"
"According to the information we have, the Holy Word Sect has at least seven Soul Douluo, but we haven't seen a single one."
Hearing Xie Yue's warning, Yan swept his gaze over the area. Sure enough, not a single Soul Douluo was in sight. The strongest Fallen Soul Masters were only Soul Sages.
Just as the two were about to warn the other Soul Masters, something changed. Energy barriers rose around the Holy Word Sect's main hall, trapping them inside.
The Fallen Soul Masters were trapped as well, but faced with the sudden development, the Soul Masters on both sides quickly separated.
"Hehe, Spirit Hall's Soul Masters are getting more and more brainless. They let us catch them just like that?"
"Sure enough, without us, Spirit Hall has been comfortable for far too long."
"Enough nonsense.