In the woods on the outskirts of Shrek City, two grey-robed men were lurking in the darkness, gazing at the glittering lights of Shrek City. Their bizarre attire, mannerisms, and the chill emanating from their bodies made it easy to guess their identities.
Evil Soul Masters, and specifically ones from the Holy Spirit Cult.
Both possessed Soul Emperor cultivation bases and were already core members of the Holy Spirit Cult. With the cult having suffered heavy casualties and facing a severe talent gap nowadays, their status had risen even further, and they were dispatched to execute an important mission.
One of the younger Evil Soul Masters, who was under thirty years of age, spoke anxiously to the other beside him: "Big Brother, Shrek has masters coming out of their ears. If it's just the two of us, once we're discovered, we won't have a prayer of escaping."
The other, slightly older Evil Soul Master, said in a deep voice: "This is the order of the Cult Leader, and there must be no mistakes. You and I excel at concealment; we only need to observe outside the city, and those powerhouses are certainly not going to easily discover us."
"The moment Shrek has any slight disturbance, we will notify the Cult Leader in advance so as not to interfere with our cult's Holy Rite."
"The Cult Leader already said that once the Holy Rite is completed, there will be endless blood-food available for our cult to enjoy, and even you and I can be promoted to Soul Douluo powerhouses within a single day."
As he spoke, he stretched out a skinny finger, first tapping the young Evil Soul Master's chest twice and then pointing at himself, a greedy smile appearing on his face.
The young Evil Soul Master understood and laughed