C1621 The Saintess' Wedding

"Soul Race?" Luo Xiu looked up, his mind flashing back to the Soul Cultivator he had encountered in the Secret Realm on the Desolate Ancient Battlefield.

"See those figures on the warship? They're all puppets, manipulated by the Soul Race through their secret arts," the Lion Roar Beast remarked, its voice tinged with a palpable dread of the Soul Race