In ordinary battles, Jiang Hai preferred not to damage his opponent's corpse too badly. After all, although his Bronze Coffin did not necessarily require an undamaged corpse, it could not have pieces missing.
Dong Hou's corpse had already become a puddle of minced flesh. Perhaps the Holy Emperor's secret Soul Refining Art could extract his Soul Ring, but the version Jiang Hai had obtained was incomplete and could only raise a Soul Ring's age to ten thousand years at most.
And after raising his second Soul Ring to a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, all of Jiang Hai's Soul Rings were now at least ten thousand years old.
Jiang Hai felt it was a pity, but he had little regret. An Evil Soul Master's strength lay in the word "evil." In certain respects, Dong Hou could even hold his own against a Titled Douluo, and might even make one suffer a loss. But their weaknesses were equally obvious. As long as they were denied the chance to bring their unique traits into play, they were merely ordinary Soul Douluos.
Against an enemy like this, especially in an ambush, he could not afford to give his opponent a single opening.
Jiang Hai did not know how many tricks Dong Hou had left unused, but brute strength shattered ten thousand arts. The combination of the Magnetic Field and the Bronze Coffin's own weight had left Dong Hou unable to use any of his tricks, no matter how many he possessed.
After moving far from the battlefield, an Ice Body stepped out of Jiang Hai, carrying all the blood-colored tokens as it fled into the distance. Jiang Hai concealed himself and slipped away in another direction.
In this Blood Trial, everyone was a hunter carrying a gun, while the Holy Spirit Tokens were