As dirt flew into the air, a three-meter-long red war blade emerged from the crater.
Then three men walked out of the woods ahead.
The man leading them was an old man with white hair and a white beard, his expression impossible to make out.
Seven soul rings circled his body-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black. He crooked a finger toward the crater ahead, and the three-meter-long red war blade flew back into his right hand.
The man to the old man's left looked vicious and was missing his left ear. Seven soul rings-yellow, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black-bobbed around his body. A strange black rope floated beside him, its end wound around his body.
The man to the old man's right wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a self-admiring expression on his face. Seven soul rings-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple, black-rose beneath his feet. He was whittling a branch with a small black knife.
Two youths followed close behind the three men. Both had delicate features and flowing hair, and they were actually twins.
Three soul rings circled the youth on the left-yellow, yellow, purple.
The youth on the right had only two soul rings-yellow, yellow.
What was absurd was that both youths had exactly the same martial soul: a small black knife.
The old man leading them swiftly planted his foot on the ten-meter-long Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. It struggled desperately beneath his foot, but he slashed his blade down, pinning its tail in place.
The old man shot a meaningful glance at the vicious-looking man on his left.
The vicious-looking Seven-Ring Soul Sage immediately understood and rushed toward the massive tree on the left.
Another Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent was coiled around that tree, hissing furiously. Blood kept flowing from its body, and the trunk had even