Those Evil Soul Masters were beasts. They wouldn't even leave the dead alone!
Banner Bro looked at the Evil Soul Masters surrounding the girl. With a wave of his hand, his Soul Banner Martial Soul appeared, and countless Undead flew out to tear them apart. Blood sprayed across the ground like a mist of rain.
He quickly turned over every girl there. Eight in all, three dead—but none was the one he was looking for!
Banner Bro sent his Undead to seize the Evil Soul Masters by the throat and squeeze them awake.
Looking into their panicked eyes, Banner Bro pointed at his own face and asked slowly:
"You all recognize me, don't you? The youngest elder in the Holy Spirit Cult!"
"Now tell me: my Maid came here to wash clothes. Where is she?"
Banner Bro pointed to one of the men. Most of them were ordinary disciples at the bottom of the Holy Spirit Cult, their Martial Souls corrupted through stimulation or slaughter.
Within the Holy Spirit Cult, people like them were usually expendable. They might die any day. Yet they were the ones who committed the most atrocities.
The man saw the finger pointing at him and shook his head wildly. Blood still stained his lips from biting into a girl and eating her flesh.
"I don't know, I don't know! We were just having some fun here. If they died, they died. I really don't know which one was yours."
"There were two others we played with until they died. We threw them straight into the river, and they floated away."
As the man spoke, Banner Bro tightened his grip. The man's head burst in midair, and a spirit rose from the ground. Banner Bro had hooked the Evil Soul Master's soul straight out of his