Han Yu wore a crimson elder's robe, making him somewhat resemble Jiang Mo Douluo.
Since that was the case, he might as well play along!
"So what if you know? You won't escape!"
"Fourth Soul Skill, Flying Flame Pierces Sand!" Han Yu hurled the Fire Cloud Staff from his hand!
The Fire Cloud Staff shot through the endless night like a meteor.
Golden Blade Douluo Dun Niu, who had been about to flee, was struck by the sudden attack. Half his body was blasted apart.
If not for a Titled Douluo's formidable vitality, along with the torso Soul Bone protecting his vital organs, that strike alone would have been enough to take his life!
"How is this possible? Your Fourth Soul Skill actually rivals this old man's Ninth Soul Skill!" Isaac's eyes widened.
Even as a level ninety-seven Super Douluo, his Fourth Soul Skill could not possibly injure a level ninety-four Titled Douluo to such an extent.
But how could he know that Han Yu's fourth Soul Ring was a genuine Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?
To survive, he could only use his strongest Soul Skill to buy time for his escape!
"Ninth Soul Skill, Black Crocodile Descent!"
An enormous phantom of a black crocodile rose above his head. Concealed by the cover of night, its movements became difficult to track!
Han Yu did not reach out to retrieve the Fire Cloud Staff. Instead, he turned around and calmly faced his opponent.
The next moment, a dark violet flame appeared in his palm.
The flame scattered in the wind, but it did not blow toward Isaac. Instead, it fell upon Han Yu himself.
In an instant, he became a man engulfed in flames. Yet the fire had no intention of burning him.
"Three Thousand Burning Flame, Three Thousand Star Body!"
"Stop putting