(Two more chapters tonight, brothers-we're still doing four updates today! Just tell me, was this plot satisfying or what?)
In the air above the Mingdou Mountain Range.
The strongest Soul King, the Death Messenger, had already summoned every last ounce of strength he possessed. He was one step away from overdrawing his next lifetime's soul power to fuel the Flying Soul Tool strapped to him, which looked somewhat like Doraemon's Bamboo-Copter.
This Flying Soul Tool from the Sun Moon Empire, designed by some brain-dead Soul Engineer or other, was the most valuable thing he owned.
And why call its designer brain-dead? Because this Flying Soul Tool really did share one peculiar similarity with the Bamboo-Copter: it had to be secured to the wearer's head with a special harness.
Although this saved a great deal of material, flying too fast could easily rip your head clean off.
Still, the Death Messenger considered it worth every penny. Those Sun Moon Empire black-market dealers smuggling goods through the Mingdou Mountain Range really hadn't lied. A Flying Soul Tool could truly save your life when it mattered!
"I received intelligence earlier that the Bloodthirsty Demons had been slaughtered to the last man by an unknown faction. The Holy Cult told me to be careful, but damn it, I didn't take it seriously. If I'd relocated beforehand, how could any of this have happened? But why hasn't the lord the Holy Cult sent to escort us into the Sun Moon Empire arrived yet?"
As the Death Messenger muttered, he strained to keep his neck taut. There was no helping it. Between his own weight and the two people he carried, flying made his head feel ready to move out.
"No, that old man is too powerful. If I fly this slowly and he catches me,