Han Yu shot Jin Ying a sidelong glance. This guy really had no self-awareness.
An eighty-thousand-year Wolf Thieves King—was a Soul Douluo like him here to throw his life away?
Han Yu could not be bothered to mock him. One strike forced back the Wolf Thieves King, and the next moment, a red soul ring appeared beneath his feet. "Eighth Soul Skill, Flame Clone."
The clone inherited all of his strength and soul skills, but its Soul Power consumption had to be borne entirely by the original body.
The clone was good in every way except for its immense consumption.
The original body continued holding back the Wolf Thieves King while the clone flashed and descended into the Wolf Thieves pack below.
"Incredible. A clone soul skill just like His Holiness the Pope's, and it's even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring." Jin Ying steadied himself and charged into the Wolf Thieves pack once more.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Phoenix Fall!"
Han Yu's gaze sharpened. The Fire Cloud Staff in his hand transformed into a streak of red light and swept toward the Wolf Thieves in an instant.
The Wolf Thieves turned pale with fright and tried to flee, but it was already too late.
The powerful attack crashed down, wiping out a large swath of Wolf Thieves.
A forty-thousand-year Wolf Thief charged at Han Yu without hesitation. Han Yu recalled the Fire Cloud Staff, his right palm turning into a ball of fire as he blasted it directly at his opponent. Two masses of flame intertwined in midair, and explosions rumbled without end.
Several forty-thousand-year Wolf Thieves took the opportunity to surround Han Yu.
"Even your leader is no match for me. What use is numbers against me?"
The Fire Cloud Staff spun several flourishes in his hand. Every time it came