Ye Xishui was the figure drifting in front. Behind her was her Blood Soul Demonpuppet, and that pointed pagoda was undoubtedly the soul tool that was hailed as the only soul tool close to being a Class 10 soul tool, the Death God Pagoda.

The Death God Pagoda had almost threatened the life of Huo Yuhao. This time, it was facing Ju Zi.

Ye Xishui’s voice traveled far and wide. “Empress, hand over all the killers and I’ll leave. You’ll still be the marshal. Otherwise, I’ll not leave anyone alive. All soul engineers will die.”

Ju Zi’s voice was transmitted through a sound-amplifying soul tool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There are only loyal soldiers here. What killers are you talking about? Death God Douluo, as the Supreme Worshipped of the empire and sect leader of the Holy Ghost Church, how dare you kill my soldiers? Even if you bring this issue to His Majesty, I wouldn’t be afraid of you. Do you really think you can fight me and my soul formations on your own?...