'If only Dao Han and his companion could still manifest their True Martial Souls, they might have had a fighting chance. But now… sigh!'
The Martial Soul Hall Emissary sighed heavily, his heart filled with bitter resentment.
'If he could, he would have made one last desperate gamble to try and reclaim the Venerable's fragmented Martial Soul from Chu Qingyun.'
But their current strength simply wouldn't allow it.
"We're retreating!"
The Martial Soul Hall Emissary took a deep breath and forced the words out through gritted teeth.
After leaving the mountain stream and fleeing to a safe distance, the furious Martial Soul Hall Emissary obliterated two Martial Spirit Realm Blood Corpses they ran into with a single palm strike. The other three Level 6 Martial Kings stood fearfully to the side, scarcely daring to breathe.
Their losses this time were disastrous.
Not only had they gained nothing, but they had also senselessly lost three men.
