As a bandit gang, the Hand of Death's strength was undoubtedly far beyond the norm.
Just among those currently present, there were already three Soul Kings.
Yet against these Heaven's Chosen of Shrek's Main Team, they were vastly inferior and had no ability to fight back throughout the battle.
According to the intelligence, the bandit leader should have been a Soul King, clearly one of those three.
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Wang Yan waved his hand. "Everyone, move in. Don't let a single one escape. Eliminate future trouble."
The enemies before them were not particularly powerful. The strongest had all been held back by the Inner Court Disciples, while the rest only had two or three rings of cultivation. Some were even ordinary bandits who were not Soul Masters at all.
Upon receiving his order, Beibei and Xu Sanshi took the lead and charged forward.
This was when the importance of one's temperament showed. Although Tang Wulin and Huo Yutong were the strongest members of the Reserve Team and far more mature than others their age, when it truly came time for them to kill, their faces still turned pale uncontrollably, and they could not act for the moment.
Just then, a shrill, piercing howl rang out from the depths of the cave.
"Who dares oppose me, the Death Messenger? You will all die and become my Corpse Slaves!"
Rather than becoming excited upon hearing that voice, the bandits quickly retreated, their entire bodies trembling.
"Watch out!"
Huo Yutong hurriedly cried out. Within the range of her Spiritual Detection, the corpses on the ground were swelling and turning red at an astonishing speed.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!"
A series of violent explosions rang through the cave as countless pieces of flesh and blood flew everywhere