"Oldest, you're here! All the prey we kept penned up in the village has vanished, and Old Seven and Old Nine have also..."
Grief covered Old Eight's face as he looked toward the approaching group, his gaze finally settling on Oldest at the front.
His figure was gaunt, like a bamboo pole, utterly unlike his burly, well-fed subordinates.
Yet no one present dared to slight him in the least, for the unconcealed soul power fluctuations surrounding him were unmistakably at the Soul King level!
Oldest walked over and first glanced at the two corpses on the ground, venomous hatred surging in his eyes.
"Hah, whoever came here meant trouble! Go, search every inch carefully! Report back immediately if you find even the slightest anomaly!"
"Yes, Oldest!"
"Understood!"
Everyone answered in unison, then scattered in different directions to search for traces of the villagers' disappearance.
Watching them leave, he bent down to examine the fatal wounds on his two subordinates, lowering his head in thought.
Old Nine and Old Seven had already reached the Soul Elder level.
Since their opponent had killed them by such means, their strength was probably no lower than his own.
As though something had occurred to him, Oldest raised his head, a flicker of shock crossing his eyes.
Could the Shrek Inspection Team have made a move?
No, that wasn't it.
After all,
the Shrek Inspection Team had always acted with brutal decisiveness. Once they discovered traces of Evil Soul Masters, they went straight to their nest, wiped it out, and slaughtered every last one of them.
Hah, though he himself was an exception.
He paced, remembering how dozens of people had been wiped out in an instant at the hands of the Inspection Corps. He kept his expression calm, but lingering fear still rose