Three days later.
Through cultivation and recuperation, Cao De had consolidated the Soul Power that had become unstable after the Sacrifice.
His Soul Power was now at Level 90, and he was fully capable of seeking his ninth Soul Ring.
Yet Cao De felt uneasy, as though something momentous was about to happen, and he had not set out to find a Soul Beast.
"What could it be?" Cao De braced both hands on the railing, his deep eyes fixed on the lone cloud in the sky.
A pair of delicate arms wrapped around Cao De from behind.
"What's wrong?" Cao De tried to turn to look at Ah Yin, but she held him so firmly that he could not move.
"Nothing." Ah Yin pressed her face tightly against Cao De's back, her voice muffled.
For some reason, her heart would not stop pounding. She felt as though she had forgotten something important, but she could not remember what. All she knew was that something dangerous seemed about to happen.
Cao De asked no further questions and let Ah Yin hold him.
A cluster of black dots abruptly appeared on the distant horizon, then rapidly grew larger.
Cao De narrowed his eyes slightly and swiftly extended his Mental Power toward them.
Over a thousand people hovered high in the sky, each wearing a black mask, with blood-red auras drifting around them.
Cao De knew that aura all too well. These people belonged to the Nuomi Church.
They actually dared to come here so openly. Did they truly have no fear of death?
But when he recalled the Nuomi Church Master's strange Formation and terrifying strength, Cao De's heart sank.
The hands around Cao De's waist stiffened as well. Behind him, Ah Yin stared blankly into the distance.
Cao De patted