The Fallen Mountain Range.
Long Xiao arrived at the Fallen Mountain Range with Medusa.
At that moment, densely packed black figures were gathering deep within the Fallen Mountain Range.
Nearly all of the Soul Hall's forces were here. Apart from its hall master, Hun Miesheng, who had not been brought under control, everyone else had been won over by Wu Ying.
Even the deputy hall master, a Four-Star Dou Sheng, was no exception.
"Greetings, Master!"
Wu Ying led the way, stepping forward to kneel in homage. Everyone else bowed their heads in unison, their eyes burning with fervor.
Under Wu Ying's lavish praise, many of them had become Long Xiao's fanatical followers.
With the Soul Seal controlling them, whether their loyalty was genuine or feigned, submission was their only choice. Otherwise, they would die!
"Only the Hun Clan was ambitious enough to build up its forces in the Central Plains."
Medusa was somewhat shocked. Long Xiao had never told her that he already controlled so many experts on the Dou* Continent.
Long Xiao stepped forward and addressed them. "The Soul Realm is in trouble. I need you to come with me to reinforce it."
Huh?
Reinforce the Soul Realm? Had they heard him correctly?
"Master, th-this... wouldn't that put our betrayal out in the open? I'm afraid the clan chief won't forgive us."
"That's right. Why don't we lie low a little longer and only emerge when we can stand against the Hun Clan?"
"Master, please grant us more divine objects to strengthen us."
Everyone began to worry. Despite their numbers, they were nowhere near a match for the clan chief alone.
Long Xiao swept his sleeve, his expression turning stern.
"Hmph! There's no time left. The Dou* Continent is about to face a catastrophe. If the continent itself