That was precisely why Electrolux had not intervened.
So Huang Jinxu made his move.
After all, he was nearby, and they were facing an Evil Soul Master.
Huang Jinxu could never accept Evil Soul Masters, especially organized ones.
The birth of an evil organization meant its members had rules and a system.
Once that system took shape and was driven in a god's name, it put down roots. Only an absolute ruler of the continent, carrying out a campaign of suppression and control for thousands upon thousands of years, might uproot it completely.
Otherwise, even a Deity's intervention could not erase it.
The reason was simple: as long as the rules of the world remained unchanged and the aristocracy endured, Evil Soul Masters were bound to emerge.
If those Evil Soul Masters had acted under the banner of overturning the world and destroying the nobles and empires that had once oppressed them, Huang Jinxu might have thought more highly of them.
Yet once they gathered, the people they slaughtered and bullied were still ordinary folk, still commoners—many of them just like the people they themselves had once been.
The next moment, Huang Jinxu vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already at the entrance to the underground passage through which the Death Messenger had fled.
A chill spread down the passage, freezing the Death Messenger on the spot.
After freezing him, Huang Jinxu did not capture him himself.
He left that to Xuan Zi.
Mu En clearly wanted to use Xuan Zi for something. In that case, Huang Jinxu would go with the flow.
He wanted to see what Mu En intended in the end.
"Don't focus only on catching the culprit. Get the students back for treatment at once. That's what matters."
"And gather the arms and lower legs those