Closing the Net

The man lay prone on the ground, clutching Old Yang's pant leg.

"Old Yang, do you have a death wish?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice, his words tinged with tears.

The old man ignored him and merely chuckled as he usually did.

At that moment, the three Soul Masters had noticed the commotion and turned their gazes toward them.

"Hmph, I was just wondering where to find you. Didn't expect you to deliver yourselves right to us!" said one of the male Soul Masters with a square face.

A trace of pity and reluctance flashed through the female Soul Master's eyes, but it was ultimately replaced by greed.

The leading male Soul Master swept his cold gaze over him and the middle-aged man hiding behind him, as though looking at corpses.

"Hehe, come at me together. That way, you might stand a chance." Though the old man looked quite aged, his words were exceedingly arrogant.

He nearly scared me too.

Crouching in the grass behind him, the middle-aged man heard the old man's words, and a flicker of hope rose in his despairing heart.

But when he recalled the old man's performance along the way, he despaired again.

The three opponents paused. The leading male Soul Master looked at the only female Soul Master. She closed her eyes as if sensing something, then said, "There are no Soul Power fluctuations from him. He should be an ordinary person."

The leading Soul Master nodded, then turned to the square-faced Soul Master.

"Hmph! You overestimate yourself!" The square-faced Soul Master curled his lips in disdain.

As soon as he spoke, a palm-sized Human-Face Statue condensed in the square-faced Soul Master's hand, surrounded by wisps of moisture.

The next moment, a yellow light flashed around the square-faced Soul Master, and