"There's a traitor in the Silvis City Spirit Hall," Loldeira said coldly, his eyes glinting with anger.
The other four Soul Douluos nodded grimly in agreement.
The chain corpse explosion technique required several days of preparation, and once the time elapsed, the hosts would die immediately. Clearly, the Blood Soul Masters had known about the Spirit Hall's raid long in advance and laid a trap within the underground altar!
"Loldeira, should we continue the assault?" asked a Soul Douluo with a goatee, his face pale.
Loldeira found himself in a dilemma. The battle had just begun, yet the Spirit Hall had already lost three Soul Saints above level 70 and a tenth of their soul masters. Continuing the fight could lead to even more casualties.
However, retreating would mean failing to fulfill their duty to eradicate the Blood Soul Masters and tarnish the Spirit Hall's honor built over millennia.
After a long hesitation, Loldeira gritted his teeth and declared, "We continue the attack! It is our mission to eradicate these Blood Soul Masters. I will lead the charge into the altar. You all wait here; too many people will hinder us underground."
"No, Loldeira. Your Golden Eagle martial soul is suited for aerial combat. Entering the altar could mean you won't come back," a portly elder interjected, placing a fan-sized hand on Loldeira's shoulder. He released his martial soul, and from behind him rose two yellow, three purple, and three black soul rings, with a massive azure cauldron appearing above his head.
Tool Martial Soul—Soul Suppressing Cauldron!
Having released his martial soul, the portly elder turned to the goateed Soul Douluo, speaking boldly, "Xuan Lie, will you join me, Xiao Zhan?"
"Sure!" Xuan Lie replied, instantly releasing eight soul rings, as a giant one-horned bull appeared behind him.
Beast Martial Soul—Gluttonous Divine Bull!
In the next moment, the two defensive Soul Douluos, along with six Soul Saints and two hundred soul masters, ventured once more into the altar!
From the sky, Zhou Chen watched as the Spirit Hall, despite heavy losses, continued their assault to eliminate the malevolent Evil Soul Masters. A peculiar feeling stirred within him.
He suddenly realized that the Spirit Hall contributed significantly to the Douluo Continent, to humanity, and to the soul master world, and could not be simply defined as a villainous force.
Of course, that didn't mean the Spirit Hall was entirely virtuous or benevolent. As a super soul master organization that dominated the continent for millennia, they undoubtedly committed many unsavory acts.
With his background in logic and political science, Zhou Chen approached everything dialectically, viewing issues from both sides.
Reflecting on this, Zhou Chen thought he might need to adjust his strategy regarding the Spirit Hall...
Half an hour later, as explosions once again shook the underground, Loldeira knew it was the corpse explosion technique. However, the Evil Soul Masters in the underground altar should be nearly eradicated.
Sure enough, shortly afterward, Spirit Hall soul masters began emerging from the altar's entrance.
Yet, out of the over two hundred who entered, fewer than fifty returned. Six Soul Saints had perished, two were gravely injured, and three lightly injured.
The leading Soul Douluos, the portly Xiao Zhan and goateed Xuan Lie, were also severely injured, carried out by others.
In fact, if not for these two Soul Douluos manifesting their martial soul avatars to shield most of the soul masters from the corpse explosions, it was likely that none of those who entered, apart from the Soul Douluos, would have survived.
"The hundreds of Blood Soul Masters in the altar have been eliminated, and their two leading Soul Saints have been executed," Xiao Zhan shouted to Loldeira before collapsing into his subordinates' arms.
Xuan Lie, thanks to his Gluttonous Divine Bull martial soul's strong recovery ability, remained conscious but was in no condition to fight.
After all, one of his legs was completely shattered, bent at a ninety-degree angle.
"Hurry, take them for treatment. Where are the healing and food-type soul masters? All of you, come here!!"
Loldeira dispatched five Soul Saints and over twenty auxiliary soul masters to tend to the wounded, feeling somber.
But in a flash, he summoned his soul power and shouted loudly, "We won!!"
"We won!"
"We won!"
"Long live the Spirit Hall!!"
At his proclamation, the remaining soul masters erupted in cheers. Despite losing so many comrades, they had successfully eradicated the Blood Soul Masters.
In the sky, Hu Liena watched with tears in her eyes, wiping them away.
Even Zhou Chen felt a twinge of emotion.
However, being adept at controlling his emotions, he quickly calmed down.
Moreover, he sensed something amiss.
Given that the Evil Soul Masters had set an ambush underground, they must have known about the Spirit Hall's attack in advance.
So why hadn't they retreated? Why sacrifice hundreds of Evil Soul Masters just to confront the Spirit Hall head-on?
Was it just to vent anger?
In terms of numbers, the Spirit Hall had tens of thousands of soul masters, while the Evil Soul Masters were pitifully few. They couldn't compete numerically.
There was a conspiracy!
Zhou Chen, often employing conspiracies himself, was highly sensitive to them. Instinctively, he wrapped an arm around Hu Liena, preparing to flee on his sword.
However, it was too late.
The ground at the altar's entrance suddenly ruptured, a crack hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters wide spreading open, exuding an overwhelming stench of blood!
From the air, Zhou Chen looked down to see a viscous, crimson sea of blood within the fissure!
"Boom!"
In the next moment, a towering wave of blood surged from the sea, exploding in the sky to form a blood-red sun!
And from this blood-red sun emerged a figure, entirely clad in crimson.
As Zhou Chen gazed at this blood-red figure, he saw a man in a bloody robe, with red hair, face, eyes, and eyebrows. His expression was sinister, and his gaze was malevolent.
At a glance, Zhou Chen, knowledgeable in psychology, could tell that this man was either insane or a psychopath!
The sudden appearance of this blood-red figure sent a chill down the spine of every Spirit Hall soul master.
Anyone with a bit of intelligence understood that the Spirit Hall had fallen into the Blood Soul Masters' trap!
Loldeira, at this moment, stared intently at the blood figure in the sky, his expression incredibly grim.
Because he couldn't sense the other's strength at all!
He was an 87th-level Soul Douluo, and if even he couldn't sense it, there was almost only one possibility!
The blood figure was a Title Douluo!
The few other Soul Douluos present also realized this possibility.
One Soul Douluo, recalling something, suddenly trembled, looked up at the sky in disbelief, and screamed:
"You, you're Blood Infant Douluo! How can you still be alive? Impossible!"
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