"The Soul of War?"

The crowd looked at Ye Dun and suddenly became a little solidified. They didn't realize that the waxy young man in front of them was actually a saint and Taoist, and they understood the soul of the army. They hid it too deep. No one found it.

"This soul of war is curious, without form, like a black glow, which I have never seen before." Su Hou gazed at Ye Dun's soul of war and had a great curiosity. He read a lot of books in the ancient Sixiang clan and studied it deeply, but he still could not recognize Ye Dun's soul of war.

"There...