Then he saw this scene.
Light from surging soul power and the thick, dark mist shrouding the Evil Soul Masters churned through the corridor. Caught between the Evil Soul Masters and the Spirit Pagoda guards, the Tang Sect disciples retreated step by step, while Hua Tao kept Li Wenzhe pinned down, unable to break free.
Tang Wulin stood at the entrance to the corridor. Without hesitation, he released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, manifested his Golden Dragon Claw, and charged into the fray.
He picked a Five-Ring Soul King to fight, an Evil Soul Master in a dark cloak who held a short blade wreathed in wraiths. At the sight of Tang Wulin, the man grinned, then lunged at him.
Just then, Hua Tao suddenly shouted.
"Destroy the laboratory!"
At his command, the Evil Soul Masters fighting the Tang Sect disciples pulled back and surged toward the passage leading to the underground laboratory.
The shout struck Tang Wulin like a bolt of lightning. He whipped his head around, something seeming to tear apart within his reddened eyes.
When he forced his voice out of his throat, it was ragged, as though something had been ripped open.
"No!"
But the Evil Soul Masters had already gone down.
Their figures vanished into the entrance to the underground passage, their dark cloaks flashing through the dim light like a nest of snakes slithering into the earth.
And Hua Tao still had Li Wenzhe blocked.
The Branch Pagoda Master had compressed the air into an invisible barrier between Li Wenzhe and the passage entrance. No matter how Li Wenzhe hacked at it with his sword, he could leave only cracks that vanished in an instant.
In despair, Tang Wulin cried out.
"Brother Cao, please!"
The next instant, heaven and earth seemed to fall