Flame Fist struck him square in the chest!
Three thousand kilograms of force was enough to wrestle with a soul beast, and with the power of the move stacked on top, it could split stone monuments and crack boulders!
Caught off guard, the Soul King took a heavy blow to the chest. Groudon's sharp claws broke through his Soul Power defense, leaving three bloody gashes behind.
Good luck favored Gula. Wisps of flame gathered and invaded the Soul King's wound, causing him to fall into the abnormal state of burning.
In a burning state, the pain of flames scorching the muscles within the body prevented them from exerting their full strength, achieving the effect of weakening attack power by half.
If it was not treated in time, the injuries would continue to worsen, even burning the victim alive.
Gula's eyes lit up. "So you're just an unlucky bastard. If you don't die, who will?"
The Black-Clothed Leader did not know why his whole body hurt as if it were on fire, and guessed he had been ambushed.
"Come help me!"
The Black-Clothed Leader no longer cared about losing face and called to his subordinates for aid.
The remaining three men in black hurried over to help. They were all Four-Ring soul ancestors, but in the short term, they really could not catch up to Tang San, who had Xiao Wu's clone covering him and also knew Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
The three surrounded Gula. Just as Gula was planning to switch martial souls and teleport away to save his life, a sharp bird cry rang out from the sky.
"We're here to help you!"
A small, thin figure soared through the sky and dropped several bundles that looked like packets of medicine. The flames on Gula's body burned away the