The little girl had a very large head, with her hair casually tied together and a pinwheel stuck in it.
The pinwheel spun slowly, revealing a face.
That face was none other than Yu Renjie's.
Yu Renjie had escaped Qian Duoduo's grasp, only to fall into the hands of this eerie little girl.
In the little girl's hands, she held a cloth doll.
"Shikong Lin!"
Pang Yunxiao's fingers trembled as he pointed at the cloth doll and exclaimed.
The Disciples of Ba Ling Sect stared wide-eyed, looking at the cloth doll in horror.
Only then did Qian Duoduo notice that the doll's face was a shrunken human face.
That bitter, tearful face was indeed Shikong Lin's.
Who was this little girl?
Yu Renjie and Shikong Lin, two Xiong Jun, had fallen into her hands.
Suddenly, Qian Duoduo noticed that the cloth doll was holding a rattle drum.
A golden rattle drum.
The rattle drum exuded a powerful aura; it should have reached the level of a Spiritual Artifact.
The little girl looked up, gazing towards the mountain.
She didn't speak, and none of the millions of Sha Souls uttered a sound.
"Soul Brother, take me—out."
The little girl's gaze finally landed on Qian Duoduo.
Her voice was hesitant and hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for thousands of years.
Instantly, Qian Duoduo felt as if his head was about to explode.
"How did she find me? Why does she call me Soul Brother? Could it be that she means I'm a soul summoner?"
"Soul Brother?"
Nangong Nizi, standing beside Qian Duoduo, murmured, clearly startled by the little girl as well.
And not just her.
The aura the little girl was currently exuding surpassed that of a Palace Lord, surpassed that of a Sect Leader, seeming to reach Liu Boli's level, the Heavenly Human Realm.
"Perhaps she said 'Bu Huan Brother'?" Deng Feihong, standing on the other side, explained.
Qian Duoduo was using Jin Buhuan's name, which contained the character 'Huan,' so Deng Feihong thought the little girl said 'Huan' and not 'Soul.'
Qian Duoduo, of course, knew that the little girl definitely said 'Soul,' not 'Huan.'
At this moment, Qian Duoduo felt the most regret.
He regretted not taking the nine soul-summoning banners from the altar, and not dismantling the round platform, square platform, and altar.
Now such a big incident had occurred.
It would be very difficult to leave the Secret Realm.
"What's going on?" Liang Liying frowned.
Zhao Haonan on the Turtle Back, and Zeng Ruohai at the Turtle Neck, also looked at Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo smiled bitterly in his heart.
"How would I know what's going on?"
He could only guess it was related to the altar.
But what happened at the altar after he left, he truly didn't know.
"This eerie little girl should be related to the artifact spirit of the ghost head dark blade."
However, he couldn't tell everyone this.
On one hand, this was just his own speculation; on the other hand, revealing it would likely shatter everyone's morale.
"Take me out."
The little girl looked up and repeated.
Her black and white pupils seemed to carry a hint of confusion and a touch of pleading.
Qian Duoduo hardened his heart and said, "I—don't know you."
"Don't know—" The little girl's mouth immediately drooped, looking as if she was about to cry.
The Disciples in the Turtle Pit collectively looked at Qian Duoduo, most with questioning eyes.
Except for Wang Longyu; he understood Qian Duoduo, understanding that Qian Duoduo was still underage as Huang Guiren had said.
Besides, Qian Duoduo truly didn't know this little girl.
Who would dare to take such an eerie, unfamiliar little girl out?
Yu Renjie and Shikong Lin were the best examples; their bodies were gone, leaving only uncontrollable soul forms.
"If you don't know me, then return everything you stole."
The little girl's eyes turned cold.
She extended her right hand, plucked the pinwheel from her hair, and threw it towards Turtle Mountain.
The pinwheel grew larger with the wind, and Yu Renjie shouted in a high-pitched voice:
"Attack!"
With that, the pinwheel began to spin, blowing an eerie cold wind towards Turtle Mountain.
As the cold wind rose, the Sha Souls at the foot of the mountain surged towards Turtle Mountain like waves stirred by a strong wind.
"Prepare for battle!"
Qian Duoduo shouted loudly.
Deng Feihong snapped his fingers, and the Formations at the Turtle Pit, Turtle Back, and Turtle Neck activated simultaneously, connecting into a single entity, increasing their power by at least thirty percent.
A layer of white light emanated from the entire Turtle Mountain.
Black Ling Rats squeaked, leaping on the rocks and climbing up Turtle Mountain.
Spiritual Sparrows flapped their wings, flying from low altitude towards the mountain.
Looking down from the mountain, it was as if a black tide was slowly engulfing Turtle Mountain.
One hundred zhang, fifty zhang, thirty zhang, ten zhang...
"Now!"
Qian Duoduo gave the command.
The white light on Turtle Mountain vibrated downwards, instantly clearing the Ling Rats and Spiritual Sparrows within dozens of zhang.
The white light was Deng Feihong's masterpiece.
She connected the Formations, and after being filled with Spiritual Qi, they could unleash a powerful shockwave.
The advantage was great power; the disadvantage was that it required time.
From the Turtle Back, several sharp sword lights swept out, slicing the charging Spiritual Pigs and black tigers into pieces.
These sharp sword lights belonged to Zhao Haonan.
She specialized in killing the powerful Sha Souls.
And the six Disciples surrounding her poured streams of Spiritual Qi onto the Spiritual Monkeys and Spiritual Foxes.
At the Turtle Neck, Zeng Ruohai casually unleashed a sword strike, creating a crimson sword tide that swept a group of Sha Souls off the mountain rocks.
In the Turtle Pit, Wang Longyu and others threw out a batch of Wolf Fang Black Iron Hammers, which Qian Duoduo immediately detonated.
Each detonated Black Iron Hammer cleared the Sha Souls within about one zhang.
The effectiveness of the explosions made even the Disciples of Ba Ling Sect and Shengling Sect nod in approval.
Liang Liying's Magic Treasures also constantly changed; sometimes it was a sword, sometimes a bow, and sometimes a drum.
It had to be admitted, what she brought out were at least artisan artifacts, and their power was indeed considerable.
Beams of precious light soared above Turtle Mountain, and the Sha Souls, struck, retreated downwards like melting ice and snow, pushing back the Sha Souls behind them.
Turtle Mountain was already steep, and space was limited.
For a moment, at the mountainside, the Sha Souls were in chaos.
An impatient Spiritual Elephant extended its trunk, wrapped around a few Spiritual Dogs that had rolled to its feet, and threw them down the mountain.
A black tiger bit a Spiritual Fox and swallowed it whole.
These Sha Beasts and Sha Birds formed from Sha Souls could only act on instinct and had no intelligence.
Yu Renjie urged the pinwheel, rushing to the foot of the mountain, and a black wind blew from the pinwheel; wherever it passed, the Sha Souls immediately quieted down and surged towards the mountain again.
"This traitor!" Liang Liying cursed.
Yu Renjie was a Xiong Jun of Shengling Sect, but now he was obeying the little girl, commanding the Sha Souls to attack Turtle Mountain.
Liang Liying took out a long bow and shot an arrow at Yu Renjie.
This long bow was a high-grade artisan artifact, named Ruofeng, which used Spiritual Qi as arrows and had an extremely long range.
The Ruofeng arrow was like a wisp of light wind, yet it was extremely fast, arriving before the pinwheel in an instant.
Yu Renjie opened his mouth, and the pinwheel suddenly spun faster, shrinking the black wind into a whip that blocked the arrow.
The Ruofeng arrow seemed to hit cotton, falling to the ground and disappearing.
"Senior Sister Liang, you're so ruthless!"
Yu Renjie shouted at Liang Liying.
"Don't call me Senior Sister, why don't you just die?"
Liang Liying said with disgust, raising her hand and shooting another arrow.
As she shot this arrow, Qian Duoduo secretly took out the Soul-Seizing Blood Crossbow and fired a bolt at Yu Renjie.
"Buzz!"
The Soul-Seizing Blood Crossbow, with a startling sound of tearing air, blasted directly towards the pinwheel.