Huo Yuhao's Eye of Destiny had been bestowed upon him by the Auspicious Beast with the ability to seek good fortune and avoid disaster. This had made it so that his judgment of the situation would by no means be wrong.
"Retreat! Have all of my cult's people retreat!"
Although Huo Yuhao had issued the command at the first moment, the current him was simply too weak. He couldn't even mix much spiritual power into his voice. Thus, the number of evil soul masters who could hear his command was extremely limited.
"Holy... Pontiff, the ones who are attacking are just a crudely equipped Sun Moon Soul Tool Master Division. My cult has dozens of Titled Douluos. What is there to be afraid of?" The Tribute Wu Yun's eyes were full of contempt for soul tools. In his view, soul tools were all crooked ways. In the face of a soul master's absolute strength, they were all just clay chickens and pottery dogs.
But soon he had paid the price for his pride.
A full dozens of soul tool rays had swept towards this side. The moment Wu Yun had just gathered his soul power to block, his face had changed the next moment. His soul power protection had almost, in one exchange, been torn to shreds by these soul tool rays. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he had flashed and had dodged. Only then had he not been directly pierced through by these soul tool rays.
This is?
Huo Yuhao had recovered his Evil Eye martial soul. His eyesight was naturally far from what other evil soul masters could compare to. From far away, he saw that there were a full several hundred people driving soul tools of various shapes, horizontally pushing over towards this side. Yes, it was pushing.
The one after another of a turret had been completely connected through an unknown core formation. They were fired by multiple soul tool masters at the same time. The power was by no means something that a soul master of the same level could block.
A linked soul tool cannon formation?
A chill in Huo Yuhao's heart. This soul tool master division before him was clearly not any one of the Hand of the State Protector. He had not expected that the Sun Moon Empire would even begin to equip an ordinary soul tool master division with this kind of a linked soul tool turret. Several hundred soul tool cannons linked together to fire at the same time. Even a Super Douluo would have to temporarily avoid its sharp edge, right?
Just at this time, suddenly, Wu Yun and Zhang Peng had almost at the same time raised their heads and had looked towards the sky. The faces of the two had both slightly changed.
The reaction of Nan Gong Wan and a group of evil soul master elders was a little slower. Immediately after, they had all also raised their heads.
As experts with a cultivation of Titled Douluo and above, they all had a very strong perception ability. A huge pressure had suddenly come from a distance. How could they possibly not have sensed it?
A series of a fierce roar had in the next instant sounded, as if the entire great earth had been overturned. A terrifying great explosion had made heaven and earth change color for it.
A high-level fixed-guidance soul tool cannonball!
The explosion had lasted for a full more than ten seconds before it had gradually weakened. When a group of Holy Spirit Cult experts had climbed up from the ground, what they had seen was a scene of a messy explosion area.
Many of the buildings had been destroyed. More resources had on the contrary been vaporized, disappearing without a trace. What had made their hearts ache so much they couldn't breathe was that a large number of the low and middle-rank evil soul masters had lost their traces. Under this degree of an attack, there was simply no other possibility of survival.
This series of explosions, almost not many people below the seventh ring could have survived. Even for those above the seventh ring, it was still with the help of some Titled Douluo-level evil soul masters' unintentional help that they could live a miserable life in the world.
The Holy Spirit Cult's side was the first to have a huge casualty. The evil soul masters below the Soul Sage level were simply unable to resist the offensive of the linked soul tool turret. One after another, they had been torn into minced meat by the dense soul tool rays.
The powerful firepower of the soul tool master division had in an instant broken through the defense of the Holy Spirit Cult's side. Evil soul masters all placed their own safety in the first place. Therefore, they had not effectively organized to jointly block. This had led to no small number of evil soul masters who had reached the Soul Douluo level also successively falling.
"Bastards! They are testing that linked soul tool weapon and are getting rid of their waste shells!"
The Second Elder, the Heavenly Centipede Douluo, Nan Gong Wan, was cursing as he dodged a soul tool ray. Besides the Great Elder who was not in the cult all year round, among a group of Holy Spirit Cult elders, his strength was the greatest. Of course, this fellow's guts were also the smallest. He had been the first to get close to the enemy's camp to investigate, and had almost been shaken to death by the repulsive great force of the linked protective soul tool.
The Tribute Wu Yun was now much more obedient. He had obeyed Huo Yuhao's instruction and had hurriedly called for all the evil soul masters who were stationed in the Holy Spirit Hall to quickly retreat.
Huo Yuhao, with Zhang Peng's support, had barely gotten up. His current state, let alone fighting, even to escape was a problem.
"Pontiff, have you succeeded?" Zhang Peng, with one hand supporting Huo Yuhao's shoulder, suddenly asked.
"By a fluke," Huo Yuhao nodded without changing his expression. It seemed these fellows had long known that Zhongli Wu had planned to possess him. Since they had taken him for Zhongli Wu, he might as well just play this role for a period of time.
"Then Pontiff, can you give me the thing that you had promised to reward this subordinate with, which belongs to the Holy Son..." Zhang Peng licked his lips and immediately showed an impatient look.
Huo Yuhao was not stupid. He knew this fellow was testing him. He had dissolved Zhongli Wu's entire soul into the energy of his soul ring. Naturally, he had not gotten his memory. If his answer were wrong, it was very likely...
"Oh? When did this cult Pontiff promise to reward you with something?" Huo Yuhao was betting that this fellow was tricking him. After all, with Zhongli Wu's stinginess, he would by no means be willing to reward Zhang Peng, this half-evil soul master, with the good things on his body.
"Hehehe..." Zhang Peng smiled embarrassedly. Just as Huo Yuhao had thought he had successfully deceived him, this fellow had actually, with one palm, sent him to the ground.
"You are not the Pontiff! You are still the Holy Son!"
Huo Yuhao secretly cried out that it was bad. He had not expected that in the end, he had still guessed the answer wrong.
"Zhang Peng! What are you doing?" In the distance, Wu Yun, seeing Zhang Peng knock Huo Yuhao down with one palm, immediately asked with a sharp voice.
"The Pontiff has failed! He is the Holy Son! The Holy Son is still alive!" Zhang Peng cried out strangely. He bent down and with one hand, grabbed Huo Yuhao's neck, and then held him up high.
The Pontiff has failed? A group of elders who knew the inside story all showed a strange look on their faces. But the current situation no longer allowed them to be particular about this. They had to get out of this place as soon as possible. Huo Yuhao's attitude directly decided his life and death.
Although they were also greedy for Huo Yuhao's body, after all, not everyone knew the method of possession. So the surviving Huo Yuhao had become a hot potato. For the two sides to want to return to their former relationship was already impossible.
To kill, or not to kill?
Huo Yuhao would by no means let himself fall into a dangerous situation. He bit his jaw tightly and sent a soul impact at Zhang Peng. The latter was injured by this sudden spiritual attack and had subconsciously thrown Huo Yuhao into the air. Countless soul tool rays had followed one after another.
Just as Huo Yuhao was about to face a life-and-death situation, one after another of an elemental barrier had appeared out of thin air, blocking all of the shooting soul tool rays. At the same time, the familiar, gentle singing voice had, across fifteen years, once again echoed in Huo Yuhao's ear.
This is...
Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly widened. Because in the sky, several figures had appeared one by one. Some were filled with a fierce and cruel qi, some were domineering and peerless, some were gentle and quiet, and some were cold and proud.
And in the very center of those who were continuously falling from a high altitude was a beautiful figure with a firm and worried face. Her long, pink hair had crossed the long river of time and space in the night wind. The corners of her lips had moved slightly, lightly humming the melody that made one shed tears.
"You... are..."
Huo Yuhao looked at the delicate face in disbelief. His heart at this moment was beating violently.
"My name is Die Qiu. I am your Qiu'er."
The young girl replied.