Beneath the blood-red setting sun, the devastation in the border town was horrifying to behold. The thick stench of blood had even drawn circling vultures, and the bodies strewn across the streets seemed to silently accuse those responsible for the atrocity that had just unfolded.
Just then, several streaks of soul power lit up the distant horizon. A supervisory squad from Shrek Academy stationed nearby had sensed the abnormal fluctuations and rushed to the scene. The squad consisted of five Soul Masters. Though they were not the academy's strongest combatants, they were all battle-hardened mainstays—three were Six-Ring Soul Emperors, while the other two were Eight-Ring Soul Douluos with eight soul rings each.
However, when they landed and saw the scene before them, especially when they sensed the three terrifying auras lingering in the air, every face instantly turned deathly pale. As Shrek's elites, they were acutely sensitive to the auras of powerful beings. Those three auras were as unfathomable as an abyss, like bottomless black holes. Even their residual pressure made the soul power within their bodies circulate sluggishly.
"These... these were at least Limit Douluo-level beings!" one Soul Douluo said in a trembling voice, cold sweat streaming down their forehead. Before Limit Douluos, Soul Emperors and Soul Douluos like them were as insignificant as ants. Fear surged like a tide, instantly drowning their reason.
Yet when their gazes swept over the civilians who had died so horribly and fell upon the body of the little boy who had protected his grandfather until his last breath, an indescribable grief and fury suddenly blazed up from their hearts. That was the pride of Shrek's students, their sense of duty to protect the continent!
"Are we afraid? Yes!" The Soul Douluo leading the squad clenched their teeth, fists cracking under the strain.