Regardless of whether Zhou Donglin believed the answer, the situation before him was clear: the three thousand slave souls summoned from the Soul Training Banner were frantically trying to retreat.
"You wretched things! Did I permit you to return? Capture that boy up ahead for me, the Heavenly Master!"
A hint of panic he himself hadn't even noticed flickered across his stern expression. In his flustered state, he roared at the three thousand slave souls that were rapidly retreating into the Soul Training Banner.
At the same time, with a flick of his hand, he unleashed a powerful Qi Force to redirect the three thousand slave souls toward Qin Fan.
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
Terrifying, enraged shrieks erupted from the three thousand slave souls.
They were terrified of Qin Fan's presence.
They were enraged that Zhou Donglin was forcing them toward that terror.
"Go!"
