"Grandmaster Yu, where have you gotten to?"
Su Ge's somewhat low voice rang out. Yu Xiaogang, who had been trembling with excitement just a moment earlier, froze as though rooted in place.
He turned stiffly, looking toward the source of that familiar voice.
When he saw that figure exuding an overbearing air, his pupils abruptly contracted, and he kept scooting backward from where he sat sprawled on the ground.
"Su Ge! Su Ge! Why are you here?!"
"Stay away! Don't come near me!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was filled with terror and helplessness, without a trace of his former bearing as Grandmaster.
"So you know fear too. It seems the people in there really taught you a thorough lesson."
Su Ge glanced into the room. Those disgusting, greedy gazes in the darkness left him inexplicably displeased.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Su Ge unleashed a terrifying pressure. His overbearing spiritual power plunged straight inside, following those gazes.
"Aaaah!!!"
"My head... Aah!"
"My lord, we were wrong! We were wrong!"
Screams rang out from inside, accompanied by pleas for mercy.
But those voices grew weaker and weaker, until the room fell utterly silent.
Su Ge never spared them another glance. They were only a few Fallen Soul Masters, after all; killing them left him without any sense of guilt.
It was only some inconsequential intelligence anyway. With the continent about to descend into chaos, it would be of little use going forward.
This display also pulled Yu Xiaogang's mental state back a little from the brink of collapse.
Although he was still somewhat confused, at least he no longer screamed at the mere sight of Su Ge.
After doing all this, Su Ge glanced at Yu Xiaogang, then turned sideways and said,
"He's too filthy. Have someone clean him up before bringing