Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

Just as Ma Xiaotao and the others were about to chase after them, Huo Yuhao stopped them.

"Be careful, there are many intact corpses inside the cave. I suspect he could use them."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiaotao and the others' expressions changed, and they subconsciously glanced at the cave entrance where the Grim Reaper had escaped.

Sure enough, one after another, gruesome corpses were nailed to the cave, their half-closed eyes gleaming with an eerie green light, looking exceptionally terrifying.

They seemed to have been dead for a long time; their bodies were rotting and swollen, with drops of pus constantly dripping from them, yet they remained eerily intact.

A phoenix fire ignited one of the statues, emitting bursts of dark green mist. The mist rose and clung to the stone wall, sizzling and corroding a large area.

Seeing this intense reaction, Ma Xiaotao patted her chest in relief.

"Luckily, Yuhao did some scouting, otherwise we might have been in danger this time."

Chen Zifeng poked at the pus with his Soul-Chasing Sword, his expression extremely serious.

"This level of corrosiveness is unlike anything a Soul King could create!"

But does that mean we shouldn't pursue it anymore?

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

But I bear the honor of Shrek Academy on my shoulders. If I stop here, how am I supposed to explain this mission to the inspection team when I get back?

Did they decide to give up because it was too dangerous?

Every member of the Shrek Inspection Team over the years has braved countless dangers and never given up because of them.

After discussing it, Ma Xiaotao and the others decided to give it a try.

However, they will not rush forward, and have decided to proceed slowly and methodically.

In layman's terms, they need to carefully navigate through the minefield, eliminating these corpse weapons one by one, and finally, steadily and surely, defeat the Grim Reaper.

Without further ado, the group of more than ten people, except for the assistant soul master who was left behind to prevent the death messenger from launching a sneak attack, used their soul skills to dispose of the corpses.

Considering that the Grim Reaper would leave himself an escape route, Ma Xiaotao, as the only one with a flying soul skill and the strongest mobility and strength, lingered outside searching for the Grim Reaper's escape route.

The Grim Reaper was merely a Soul King, and could only maintain a limited number of corpses; there were only a few scattered ones on the outskirts.

Because Huo Yuhao's mental energy was greatly depleted, he did not participate in the mine clearance. Instead, he silently dug a deep pit and buried the corpses one by one.

At the same time, a grayish-white light flowed deep within his pupils, a necromantic purification of the soul.

The black color of the corpse beneath their feet slowly faded, restoring the normal color of the bones.

Deep within the cave, the Grim Reaper stared coldly at the cave entrance, ready to detonate the corpses filling the cave at any moment.

But instead of the crowd rushing in, the Grim Reaper was surprised as the corpses blocking his path were cleared one by one.

"What's going on? Aren't these Shrek inspectors usually all high and mighty, always swaggering around? Why are they so cautious around me?"

He paced anxiously through the cave, looking behind him at a huge stone cauldron, inside which countless hearts were densely packed together.

Each heart is connected by a blood vessel, the other end of which is a dried-up corpse in the burial pit.

Strangely, they were still pulsating, and even the pulsation pattern was consistent, with the heart forming a larger heart.

Each heart was pressed together, with dark green bodily fluid flowing through it, merging into the unique, dark green heart at the very center.

It was like a bottomless pit, constantly swallowing the surrounding corpse fluid.

The messenger of death looked at the Heart of Tartars with fanatical worship, as if it were a sacred relic.

"Just a little bit more! If I can sacrifice those students from the inspection team, my Death God's Heart will be fully formed, and I can use that to break through twenty levels and become a Soul Saint!"

This is why evil spirit masters are so difficult to eradicate.

It can grant you extraordinary strength without cultivation, simply by slaughtering a large number of living beings, forcibly breaking through the bottleneck that has imprisoned you for many years.

Too many Soul Masters in the world are misled by this shortcut, but they gradually lose themselves in the killing and become killing machines.

It was clearly the messenger of death; his eyes were filled with a fanatical desire to immerse himself in it, just to allow this heart of death to mature.

After hesitating for a moment, a half-bead wreathed in ghostly energy appeared in his palm. The Grim Reaper hesitated, unsure whether to crush it.

"Should we call them over? Although they taught us the methods of the Heart of Death, it's hard to imagine they might be tempted."

Bang! !

With a muffled thud, Chen Zifeng and his team had been pushed into the middle section!

The sound also startled the messenger of death.

"So be it. If I survive, I can raise another one! If I hadn't called for help, I would have certainly died today!"

Having made up his mind, the Grim Reaper casually crushed the bead and glared venomously at the entrance of the cave.

"It's all your fault! Why didn't you just obediently offer your sacrifices to Death? Now I have to go through all this trouble!"

Just as the Yin Soul Bead was crushed, two Soul Masters were slaughtering a village a thousand miles away.

One person held a soul banner, and with each wave, resentful souls were extracted, including men, women, young and old, and stuffed into the soul banner.

The other one held a bell, and with each tinkling sound, corpses jumped up, broke off their heads, and threw them at the bell-wielding Soul Master.

Heads piled up like small mountains, their eye sockets glowing with eerie blue flames, floated in the air.

The bell-wielding Soul Master, unperturbed by the dirt, sat cross-legged atop the small mountain of skulls.

The Soul Master with the bell was dressed in a blood-red outfit, and a mole on his face was very noticeable.

"Li Mazi, your soul banner is much better; it's far more elegant than mine."

The banner-bearing soul master, nicknamed Li Mazi, had a face full of pockmarks, making him look like he had facial paralysis. He glanced at the bell-bearing soul master.

"Elegant as you may be, your cultivation speed still can't compare to Zhou Weizi's. You're almost a Title Douluo, while I'm still at level 85."

Zhou Weizi shook her head, looking regretful.

"I slaughtered nearly ten cities to reach my current cultivation level, but breaking through to the Title Douluo level still feels like climbing to the heavens!"

"Even the Holy Spirit Cult can't solve this?"

"Yes, there are, but they require too many contribution points, which I can't afford."

Li Mazi had a ring of Yin Soul Beads around his waist, each only half a bead. One of them suddenly shattered into powder.

"Huh, has someone contacted us? Is it bait?"

Zhou Weizi looked somewhat surprised.

The Yin Soul Bead clearly had a location function; Li Mazi examined it for a while before looking up.

"It really is him, that zombie-exploding kid we wanted to train as our third accomplice."

It was as if Zhou Weizi was temporarily searching through a sealed cabinet of memories. It took him a long time to realize what was going on.

"It's him! Could it be that he really cultivated the Heart of Corpse Poison? Then he certainly qualifies to be our companion!"

Thinking about how the three of them would accompany each other in the future, slaughtering the world, and the contribution points they would gain would definitely be much more than they are now, the opportunity to break through from the Holy Spirit Cult would become the future!

Zhou Weizi licked his lips and asked impatiently.

"Where is he now? Let's go check out this newcomer!"

"It's not far, just a few hundred kilometers away in the mountains."

Li Mazi pointed in a direction, and the two figures, one a ghostly apparition and the other a head wrapped around his body, were moving at a considerable speed.