Mu Feng did not return to the hotel. Instead, he left Mingdu directly and headed for the other cities of the Sun Moon Empire.
After pulling off such a big job, Mu Feng knew the Holy Spirit Cult would turn Mingdu upside down. He had no desire to hold his ground. Fighting alone, guerrilla warfare was his best option.
Besides, the elders sent to Mingdu next would certainly not give him another opening. After a simple decision, he headed for the Sun Moon Empire's other cities to continue hunting Evil Soul Masters.
Over the next two months, Mu Feng's footsteps spanned the Sun Moon Empire's major cities.
Sunshine City, Falling Star City, Skywater City... Wherever he went, Mu Feng wiped out the local Evil Soul Master forces.
As he traveled across the Sun Moon Empire, every appearance Mu Feng made brought a storm of bloodshed-a storm that fell upon the Evil Soul Masters.
Soon, the Holy Spirit Cult learned that Mu Feng had left Mingdu, and wave after wave of Evil Soul Masters poured out of the city.
But more people did not necessarily make a pursuit more effective, especially against Mu Feng. Evil Soul Masters below the Soul Douluo rank could not withstand even a single exchange with him now. He often dispatched them easily before they could send word.
After two months, more than three hundred Evil Soul Masters had died beneath Mu Feng's Holy Sword, while countless others had been indiscriminately consumed by his sacred flame.
Among them were over a hundred Soul Kings, thirty or forty Soul Emperors and Soul Sages combined, but very few Soul Douluos-only two.
Such enormous losses had shaken the very foundations of the Holy Spirit Cult. Without several decades, it would have no hope of recovering.
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