To catch them all in one net, Huo Hai did not act that day. Instead, he waited quietly where he was for three days. During that time, everyone from the three great mercenary corps returned and gathered together.
The three corps' bases were placed under complete lockdown. Everyone kept their weapons close at hand, and many people, both in the open and in hiding, carried crossbow bolts made from spirit-shattering materials. These bolts had very weak spirit-shattering properties; one or two would be useless against a Spirit King Realm expert. In sufficient numbers, however, they could effectively weaken a Spirit King Realm expert's spiritual energy shield.
Of course, such things would have little effect on experts who possessed defensive battle spirit arts. The three great mercenary corps' preparations were only good for dealing with ordinary rogue cultivator Spirit Kings, and low-level ones at that.
As for the various mechanisms, traps, and even poisons, Huo Hai did not care about them at all. To him, these things were no different from decorations. These people really must have fried their brains.
Perhaps they had encountered too few Spirit Kings, and those they had met had all been too weak. Huo Hai did not expect these three fellows to have much knowledge. There really were no experts worth mentioning around Cross Canyon.
For three days, the three old fellows met daily, not even daring to stray too far from one another at other times. Despite all their preparations, they still feared being picked off one by one. Have these three lost even the courage to fight? What useless trash. It seems all these years of pampered living have left them unworthy of being called warriors.
Huo Hai shook his head and sighed. Still, people without the courage to fight were hardly rare. Forget