The Blood-Clothed Elder looked at Jiang Hai with a trace of amazement in his eyes. The special energy in the blood pool had nearly been exhausted. Accumulating that much again would take at least a year.
"Don't worry. Only six hours have passed," the Blood-Clothed Elder said.
"Six hours?" Jiang Hai froze for a moment. To him, everything he had just experienced seemed to have happened in an instant. Recalling the Demon Empress Phantom that had suddenly appeared during his meditation, his gaze flickered uncertainly.
Before deciding to join the Holy Spirit Cult, he had already anticipated that it must have some means of controlling its disciples. Otherwise, with so many Evil Soul Masters gathered together-most of them withdrawn, perverse, and utterly unrestrained-it would have been impossible to forge them into a single force without an iron hand. But he had never imagined that the Holy Spirit Cult's methods would be so bizarre.
While scanning himself with the Glazed Heart Mirror, Jiang Hai had also examined himself with his spiritual power, yet he had found nothing amiss. Still, the strange scene that had appeared during his meditation stirred a trace of unease in his heart.
Of course, Jiang Hai was not without ways to counter the methods of Evil Soul Masters. In fact, he had plenty. The power of heavenly tribulation, ultimate fire, and his Bronze Coffin martial soul all powerfully suppressed Evil Soul Masters' abilities, while his fourth soul skill, Nine-Lives Cicada Molt, could also cleanse negative conditions.
But Jiang Hai did not dare try any of them directly at this moment. He could not be certain whether the other party had some way to sense the Demon Empress Phantom. This unfathomable Demon Empress made him even more wary of the Holy Spirit Cult. If they discovered him, his