Level-9 Evil Soul Tool!

"Qiu Hongchen, today is the day of your downfall. Even if you grew wings, you would not escape!"

Xu Yanqiu shouted coldly. Soul Power surged around her as her Soul Tools charged in unison, her fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

Qiu Hongchen threw back his head and laughed wildly, his face filled with disdain and killing intent. "Just the few of you? My Evil Spirit Cult has five thousand followers, over a thousand Soul Tool troops, and countless high-ranking experts! And you dare boast about razing our headquarters?!"

Hearing this, Qian Xunzong's lips curled into a cold smile as he spoke indifferently:

"Just us is indeed enough. Besides, do you really think there are only a few of us?"

Rumble—! Heavy, muffled footsteps suddenly resounded throughout the entire Evil Soul Forest. The ground shook violently, and the black mist churned without end.

Under Qiu Hongchen's astonished gaze, the dense black fog surrounding them slowly parted. Countless soldiers clad in Dark Armor and armed with high-grade Soul Tool weaponry marched out of the mist in orderly ranks.

The densely packed armored soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see. Their cold weapons reflected the frigid daylight, and a murderous aura swept across the battlefield.

Several hundred thousand fully armed elite troops had quietly encircled the entire Evil Spirit Hall, trapping every Evil Spirit Cult follower within an impenetrable siege!

"T-This... this is impossible!!"

Qiu Hongchen's pupils constricted sharply. His entire body trembled as extreme shock and terror filled his face, and he cried out in disbelief,

"Several hundred thousand troops! When did they arrive here? Why did none of the Evil Spirit Cult's warning formations sound an alarm?!"

It was not just him. Luan Heng, Kong Qianxun, and every other high-ranking Evil Spirit Cult expert were shaken to the