Two yellow, two purple, two black.
The glow of sixteen sets of soul rings converged, forming an impregnable wall of Soul Power.
Any Soul Beast foolish enough to approach would face the combined siege of sixteen Soul Emperors.
Even a fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast would have to think twice before facing the power of sixteen soul skills unleashed at once.
This was Spirit Hall's foundation, and the confidence that allowed it to stand above every other power on the continent.
Sixteen Soul Emperors would be treasures capable of safeguarding a sect in any corner of the continent.
Yet here, they were merely guards escorting two young people to hunt soul rings.
After about the time it took to burn an incense stick, the young man was the first to open his eyes.
A sharp glint flashed through his crimson pupils.
The purple soul ring had completely merged into his body.
His Soul Power aura was several degrees denser than before, and a faint purple glow lingered around him as it slowly receded.
He rose to his feet and clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.
The giant tiger's new soul skill was still gradually taking shape in his mind.
He turned his head to glance at the girl beside him, who was still absorbing her soul ring, then silently stepped aside.
The girl took another half a cup of tea's time to finish absorbing it.
The instant she opened her eyes, pink light flashed from the depths of her pupils.
It carried an eerie, razor-sharp quality.
She stood up, her orange-gold hair tracing a graceful arc as she turned.
Her slender waist swayed lightly, and every gesture naturally exuded the nimbleness and charm of a fox.
She flexed her wrist, her fingers giving a faint crack, while that cold,