The night was deep and still. From the dark forest around them came the occasional rustle of a breeze brushing the treetops and the cries of birds.
Yet a faint light shone from the small hill ahead of the forest. This was the hideout of the Bloodthirsty Demons, a band of Evil Soul Masters responsible for countless bloody atrocities in the nearby villages and towns.
At that moment, an old man in a white pharmacist's robe strolled toward the cave, carrying a little girl who looked only six or seven beneath his arm.
His once snow-white pharmacist's robe was now covered in bloodstains, with a gruesome bloody handprint even marking its lower leg. His normally sinister, vicious eyes brimmed with an unnatural excitement. He had clearly just finished a bloody massacre.
"What rotten luck! There was only one little brat like you in the whole village. I really took a loss on this outing. Yin Shan and the others gathered plenty of flesh and souls this time. Fuck!"
Jealous fury covered the old man's long, gaunt face. Whenever he thought of his companions soon surpassing him in cultivation and gaining higher standing in the Holy Spirit Cult, a vicious gleam crept into his eyes.
Rustle...
Suddenly, several soft noises came from the bushes beside the path. The elderly Evil Soul Master gave a slight start and walked toward them.
But the instant he turned, a ripple suddenly appeared in the air behind him, followed by a pair of hands that snapped his neck with crisp efficiency.
Huo Yuhao emerged, dressed in fitted black clothes. Behind him were Ning Tian, Wang Dong, and the other four Reserve Team Members.
Seeing Huo Yuhao kill with such practiced decisiveness, along with the dead Evil Soul Master's bulging eyes and protruding scarlet tongue, all