As she thought of all this, Cai Mei’er had to admit that Elder Mu had foresight. Perhaps it really was time for soul masters to make way.

Everyone was observing the ball-shaped glowing entity, and Wang Dong’er even walked forward to knock on it curiously.

Huo Yuhao laughed. “Don’t knock, don’t knock. It might become angry.”

Wang Dong’er chuckled and replied, “It’s an iron blotch. How can it get angry?”

As she was speaking, a series of clanging noises sounded. Metal barrels started to flip out from the soul tool and pointed towards Wang Dong’er. Undulations of soul power could be felt clearly from every barrel.

“Ah!” Wang Dong’er was shocked, and jumped backward subconsciously. The instantaneous feeling of being locked on even caused her to unleash her martial soul.

The formerly shiny, spotless soul tool seemed to have instantly turned into a porcupine. There were close to a hundred metal barrels on it, of all different sizes and colors. Evidently,...