"A Netherworld Spirit Snake. I never expected this martial soul to appear in the Sun Moon Empire." Du Weilun pressed his other hand against the blood pouring from his severed finger, his expression grim.
As a director at the academy with the continent's most extensive library, he naturally knew this martial soul. Snakes were cold and sinister by nature, and the Netherworld Spirit Snake was a mutated martial soul of the Netherworld Snake. Its speed left all others in the dust. Even among top-tier agility-attack soul masters, it had few rivals. Even the most renowned Hell Spirit Cat would find it exceedingly difficult to beat it in speed at the same level.
This martial soul was a born killer, arriving without a shadow and departing without a trace. Many people lost their heads before they ever saw their opponent's face. That was why the records also called it the Netherworld Assassin.
What was more, this woman was also a soul engineer...
He could tell that the winding Snake Sword was at least a peak Level 8 soul tool.
"Old Du, retreat!"
Another Soul Douluo shook his head.
"Damn it!" Du Weilun's expression grew even uglier.
Their mission should have been to charge into Mingdu with the main force, crush everything in their path, and plunder Mingde Hall.
But after they were ambushed at the Mingdu City Gate and lost nearly ten Soul Douluos, everything had changed.
They, too, had received their orders in that moment of crisis. With three Soul Douluos sacrificing their lives to cover them, they had broken into the city, intending to take advantage of Mingdu's internal chaos and quietly crush their way through. Instead, they immediately encountered a group of black-robed men with extraordinary firepower.
They had been forced into a fighting retreat. Only moments ago,