Chapter 1087: Interrogating the Soul, Blade Treasure Vault, Windfall Extravaganza! (Part 2)

All these years of hard work destroyed just like that, anyone would be filled with rage.

He glared with wide eyes, “Are all those undead down there your doing?!”

Fang Zhou nodded nonchalantly, “The reaction of Leader Talon is indeed quick, no wonder you made a name for yourself among so many Esoteric Rebel Army in the Calamity Sun Demon Country. But I wonder why this time you acted so unwisely, provoking an enemy like the Storm Secret Cult for no reason.”

“Storm Secret Cult!”

Talon roared through gritted teeth, “We suffered back in the Dragon’s Den. Even if we were the ones who started it, it was just a trivial matter. Don’t you think you went too far?”

The corners of Fang Zhou’s mouth curved into a smile under his cloak; who’d have thought the infamous Demon Bandit leader of the Calamity Sun Demon Country would discuss methods with him.

He chuckled silently and said, “The law of the jungle is the natural order of things. If it was the Storm that suffered in the Dragon’s Den, would Leader Talon think the same way?”

Talon was tongue-tied, his mind overwhelmed; he didn’t even consider how one who could control more powerful undead than himself could be dealt with so easily.

Furious and humiliated, he raised his greatsword and charged at Fang Zhou.

When he was still two yards away from Fang Zhou, a black-blue glow flickered across Talon’s body, and he suddenly felt as if his body was bound by invisible chains.

Even with battle qi inside him, he felt extremely fatigued, his speed suddenly reduced by nearly a third. Terrified, Talon was jolted awake.

Realizing his opponent was a terrifying undead mage, he turned to flee in another direction in fear for his life.

But the next moment, Talon found himself trapped in a cage of dense bone spurs, then a hideous bone spear, gleaming eerily, flew toward him.

“Undead Mage…”

Hit by the Calamity Flying Spear, Talon, in his final moments, opened his eyes wide, incredulously uttering those words.

Even in death, Talon couldn’t understand how the Storm Secret Cult managed to enlist a golden-level Great Undead Mage to aid them.

Dissolving the bone cage, Fang Zhou was about to store Talon’s body in his personal tomb for a good treatment when a thought struck him.

This Talon had plundered in the Calamity Sun Demon Country for so many years, he must have accumulated some wealth, right?

After this robbery, the Calamity Special Operations Team would surely have a period of hiding.

Even if the resources gained were not much, every little bit counts.

With this thought, Fang Zhou placed Talon’s still undispersed soul onto the dragon’s back, urging Tiamat to head for the devastated Blade Secret Cult camp.

By then, the sky was gradually brightening, and after nearly two hours of slaughter, the sounds in the camp slowly subsided.

The demise of the Blade Secret Cult was sealed the moment Talon fled.

Talon’s departure robbed the remaining demon bandits of their last shred of hope.

Vladimir vented its fury among the crowd, and no demon bandit could withstand a single encounter with it.

In this battle, the Blade Secret Cult was utterly annihilated, with not a single demon bandit escaping the undead army, whose perception towards living beings was extraordinarily sharp.

Reaching the center of the camp, Fang Zhou set down Talon and cast a recently deduced soul series skill, [Soul Interrogation], on his corpse.

Thanks to the rich skill materials provided by the undead mage in his clone’s Blood War Furnace.

Those Naraku Undead had also mastered the soul interrogation techniques through years of battling demons.

One could say, every high-tier undead ruler was a master of soul interrogation.

After casting the spell on Talon’s body, a silent soul wailing rose around Fang Zhou.

Following an inhumane torment, Talon was already submissive to Fang Zhou’s will.

Observing the changes in Talon’s soul through the Soul Eagle Eye, Fang Zhou nodded in satisfaction and commanded, “Take me to your hidden treasures.”

Talon’s soul appeared momentarily confused, as if searching through remaining memory fragments, then silently walked towards his tent, with Fang Zhou hastily following behind.

Talon’s tent was large, with four big space treasure chests arranged inside.

Upon opening, they were all filled with dazzling magic stones and cultivation resources.

For someone like Svein, who hadn’t been in power for long among the Esoteric Rebel Army, this was a considerable fortune, but it didn’t seem like the wealth of a large Esoteric Rebel Army.

While Fang Zhou pondered on how Talon had gathered so little after so many years, Talon didn’t pause.

He groped around somewhere, causing a rumbling in the stone wall at the back of the tent, revealing a large entrance.

Wow!

No wonder he’s a longstanding leader of a major Esoteric Rebel Army, truly cunning.

By the time Fang Zhou put away the four chests of treasures from outside, Talon had already entered the cave.

This was a man-made cave, with a space of about twenty cubic meters inside.

Magic stones, gemstones, equipment, potions, skill books, array runes…

The small treasure vault boasted a wide variety of items, even featuring a high-level furnace for forging.

Who knew Talon was a forging master too.

At the innermost part of the cave, Fang Zhou discovered three large chests containing the items he was most interested in—various resources for golden-level magic professionals to cultivate mana.

Yet, to Talon, these treasures didn’t seem to be the most important things.