Three Abyss Peak was vast, and the thousand-odd people had already scattered as they charged forward. Most evil soul masters were solitary by nature, and most chose a direction with no one else in it.
Some, however, chose to follow others. Surprisingly, they were not Holy Spirit Disciples, but people from among the three hundred-odd Holy Spirit Cult Disciples.
Not all the Holy Spirit Cult Disciples had rushed out right at the beginning, either.
At that moment, one such person was following Jiang Hai. He was a tall, thin middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with a sinister face, thin lips, and a trace of meanness in his eyes.
Jiang Hai gave him an indifferent glance, slipped into the woods, and headed straight up toward the summit.
Before long, the man behind him suddenly accelerated and swiftly caught up to him.
Boom!
A cold, sinister blast of palm force struck toward him, and Jiang Hai instantly dodged.
With the Glazed Heart Mirror, any sneak attack was meaningless against him.
After avoiding the palm strike, Jiang Hai retreated, turning around as he did so. "Do we have a grudge?" he asked coldly.
Seven soul rings circled the middle-aged man: one white, one yellow, two purple, and three black. He also held a rag doll whose tiny stitched eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Hai, looking indescribably eerie.
The middle-aged man was Ye Jun. Before his evil martial soul awakened, he had merely been an ordinary soul master with only rank-four innate soul power, so his first soul ring was only a ten-year soul ring. But by a stroke of chance, he had eaten the heart of a ten-thousand-year soul beast, and his martial soul had mutated into an evil martial soul-the Wind-Weaving Witch.
"We don't even know each other.