Deep within the Ancient Ge Mountains, hundreds of streaks of light shot into the sky from every direction, racing toward Hu Niangzi's corpse.
"Everyone, be careful! The intruder is extremely powerful. Even Hu Niangzi has died at his hands!"
"First Guo Xiong died, then Chen Qi followed, and now Hu Niangzi... three deaths in succession, less than two hours apart. He definitely can't have gone far!"
"Don't worry. Our auras are linked. Now that he's revealed his location, there's no way he can escape!"
In midair, the Soul Slaves spread their divine sense and exchanged information, quickly forming a rough assessment of the intruder's strength.
Likely at the Nascent Soul late stage, but definitely nowhere near the peak!
Roughly two incense sticks had burned between Chen Qi's death and Hu Niangzi's. In other words, Hu Niangzi had not been entirely helpless against him.
Hu Niangzi had been at the Nascent Soul middle stage, so the intruder's strength was plain enough-roughly the seventh or eighth layer of Nascent Soul!
"To think the human race still has a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator hidden away. No wonder the Venerable insists on personally guarding the Divine Temple."
"Venerable? That lord much prefers the title 'Nether Lord'!"
"Heh, we haven't seen each other for a few days, and your cultivation hasn't improved much, but your bootlicking has certainly reached new heights. Impressive, truly impressive!"
"Fuck..."
Three Soul Slave cultivators traveling together traded barbs, their words revealing little respect for the Hundred-Flower Nether Lord.
They were far from the only Soul Slaves like this.
Normally, when the Evil Soul Seal was dormant, these Soul Slaves occasionally regained their clarity of mind and were wracked with anguish over what they had done while deprived of their senses.
Some had even tried to end their lives by self-detonating.