Chapter 381 The Holy Spirit Cult Ten Thousand Years Ago.
"Roar—"
The Evil Spirit Mountains were even more eerie at night than during the day. The howls of various evil spirit beasts echoed within the mountains, sending chills down one's spine.
However, Xuan Mo and the others used their spiritual power to probe their surroundings, remaining vigilant to avoid attacks from the evil spirit beasts and to prevent evil spirit masters from discovering their whereabouts.
But as this dragon roar rang out, the already tense Ger suddenly opened his eyes in a panic, and without thinking, got up to run.
He kept shouting, "It's here!"
Seeing Ger's abnormality, Xuan Mo and the others' expressions changed. Even Ryder didn't hesitate, knocking him unconscious with a single chop.
"What's going on?"
Before the words were even finished, everyone had already completed their Martial Soul Possession.
A considerable number of spirit rings instantly surrounded them.
"Nothing, just that the visitor is hostile..."
Having buried many dragons, Xuan Mo easily identified which dragon-type spirit beast the dragon roar came from.
"A ten-thousand-year-old dragon-type evil spirit beast."
"Then we should prepare to retreat. Now is not the time to confront these evil spirit beasts head-on." Ryder quickly stood up and said in a deep voice.
Seeing Ryder's solemn expression, Oscar and the others did not dare to be negligent and subconsciously stood up as well. Only Xuanmo and Ma Hongjun were exceptions, standing calmly in place.
Seeing Xuanmo and Ma Hongjun's actions, everyone's expression changed, including Ryder's.
"Xuanzi, what are you doing?"
"Old Mo, Fatty, let's go. If we fight, we will only alert the enemy. It will be easy for the evil spirit masters to discover us."
Just as Oscar finished speaking in a low voice, Xuanmo turned around and said to them, "Don't worry, perhaps we can go there more easily."
Having said that, he ran towards the direction from which the roar had come.
"Huh?"
Seeing this, not only Oscar and the others, but even Ryder was instantly stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
"Don't forget what Brother Mo's martial soul is."
Ma Hongjun came to their side at this moment and spoke up.
"What does this have to do with Old Mo's martial soul?"
"It's not entirely unrelated." Ryder pinched his chin with his right hand, and just as he was about to say something, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly said, "Wait, the dragon roar that just came from has stopped..."
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.
Just then, "thump thump thump..."
A sound of violently shaking leaves and heavy footsteps suddenly rang out in front of Ryder and the others.
"Be on guard!"
A giant dragon, at least ten meters long and filled with evil, pushed aside the surrounding trees and appeared in front of Ryder and the others. And standing on its head was Xuan Mo.
"Demon Earth Tyrannosaurus!"
Upon seeing this giant dragon, Ryder and the others' expressions changed.
However, they didn't see that the once ferocious dragon now showed obvious fear in its eyes.
Xuan Mo patted its head, "Although this is an evil soul beast, it shouldn't be kept alive. But now, I can suppress it and command it with my bloodline. Let's go, this big guy knows their place and can lend us a hand..." ...
"Hehehe! Old man, I advise you to be more cautious."
In a room, stood a person dressed in a black robe.
This person wore a mask that completely covered his face, only revealing his eyes, nose, and mouth. Moreover, the black robe he wore behind him was printed with a skull, clearly indicating that he was an evil soul master.
At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the old man in front of him.
It was an aura full of coldness, evil, and indifference. As if everything was irrelevant to him. In his eyes, it seemed as if two clusters of dark purple flames were dancing within them.
"Hehe, is that so..."
The old man in front of him sneered, his body lying on the workbench suddenly trembled, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Don't push your luck!"
The evil spirit master's voice was chilling and sinister. He grabbed the old man by the back of his collar and slammed him down. Immediately after, he pressed the old man's head down.
"Don't try anything funny, or else… hmph!"
"Hahaha! Try anything funny! Bah!" The old man laughed instead, spitting on the evil spirit master.
"You bunch of bastards are truly heinous!"
"Heinous, huh…"
Two dark purple flames in the evil spirit master's eyes suddenly flared up with his soft murmur, filled with a bloodthirsty aura. Next, he grabbed the old man's throat.
"I advise you to obediently complete your task!"
A chilling killing intent instantly enveloped the old man, as if plunging him into an inescapable hell, and his tone became extremely hostile.
Then, with a burst of soul power, he slammed the old man's head against the workbench, causing blood to gush out.
However, judging from the old man's appearance, he was not seriously injured.
"This is the organization's final ultimatum, otherwise... hmph!"
Just as the evil spirit master finished speaking and walked out of the hall, the metal door of the sealed workshop slowly closed as he stood at the entrance and waved his hand.
Seeing this, the old man pulled his head out.
"A bunch of damned bastards! Creating such danger!"
His fists clenched, his gaze lost in thought.
"I really hope Ger can succeed." Saying this, the old man shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh, "Forget it, it's impossible. Besides, if I do this, I'm practically an accomplice."
"Holy Spirit Cult! Those damned bastards..."
Meanwhile, the evil spirit master outside the metal door had already sat cross-legged to cultivate. He was faintly shrouded in black mist, and a sinister aura permeated the air, making it impossible to see his previous appearance.
"Huh? Strange?"
Accompanied by a faint sound, the evil spirit master who had been sitting cross-legged opened his eyes.
The black mist rippled, revealing his previously obscured face.
"Boom, boom..."
"What's going on? Why such a commotion?"
Hearing the sounds, the evil spirit master frowned and stood up. During this time, another dark figure darted out from somewhere in the hall, standing beside the evil spirit master.
"Have you noticed what's going on?"
"Heh, don't know?"
Faced with the newly appeared evil spirit master's accusatory words, the other evil spirit master showed obvious displeasure.
"Cohen, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Cohen's aura erupted, no less imposing than the evil spirit master before him.
"Lord Fluorine, my mission is to be sent down to keep an eye on Kadan, not to be your subordinate?"
"You…" Lord Fluorine's expression darkened.
But hearing the increasingly loud commotion, both of them felt a growing unease.
"Something's not right, we need to…"
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