บท 1442: Only a Piece of the Demonic Soul

"My Honor Lord, the prime master is calling up all the superior cultivators in the West Hall to fight against the Xiao Monarch's people. They are attacking the enemies in the most fierce way, putting their lives at risk to stop the enemy's invasion! Although it is making a lot of people die out there in the battle, most of the men who got killed died outside the collecting area of the altars…"

The short fatty was on his knees in front of the Honor Demon and said in a heavy and anxious voice, "In other words, the souls of the dead men that should be collected for the altars are lost out there… The souls cannot make their way and gather into the altars… Please, we need a plan. We need an order from you, my Honor Lord."

The Dark Robe Honor Demon stayed silent for a while and then said in a terribly spooky voice, "You want a plan? You want an order? What plan should I make? Tell me what orders can I give you now!"