"Normally, we only need to reach Spirit Mountain to complete the mission." Han Li glanced around, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on the Immortals who had "ascended" from the lower realms.
He said no more. Everyone present understood what he meant.
He was asking whether they still wanted to get involved.
Meng Qi waved his hand, closing the space and concealing the Dao Palace. The Majesty he had deliberately put on earlier vanished from his face, replaced by a grave expression. "It seems Taibai Jinxing was telling the truth. Our opponent really does hold every soul from the Three Realms and Six Paths, from antiquity to the present day."
What they had just seen was only the tip of the iceberg. Mortals, gods, Immortals, demons—countless souls had been sacrificed to strengthen the three demons of Lion-Camel Ridge, raising their power to an unprecedented level.
That gave them far too much to worry about.
"What did you think of the Golden-Winged Roc?" Su Lin asked Shi Hao.
Shi Hao licked his lips. "Its weapon's no good. Before, I could've handled a dozen or so. Now? Three at once would be about right."
The Golden-Winged Roc, Lion-Camel Ridge's sole powerhouse, had already grown that strong. And it seemed it could grow stronger still, provided it had enough souls.
Assuming, of course, Shi Hao did not mean he could eat three more and be full.
"We know nothing about the Soul-Shaking Team's captain—how strong he is now, or whether his abilities have limits." Su Lin rubbed his chin. "Most importantly, we're basically going into the enemy's base to fight a team battle."
"It's not like you haven't done that before," Lu Mingfei muttered. "You always end up using cheats anyway."
The air suddenly went quiet. Klein looked off to the side