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Buzz!
A surge of wild yet pure life energy poured into Zhu Wuneng's body without the slightest obstruction.
His Soul Power, originally at level 52, was like a rocket injected with fuel, the numbers leaping madly in the depths of his soul.
Fifty-three, fifty-five... it soared all the way up, finally locking firmly at the peak threshold of level 59, only one step from Soul Emperor, as a rich, powerful aura burst out through his body.
To be able to instantly unleash such an explosion of seven levels of potential at the Soul King stage showed just how gifted Zhu Wuneng was.
The sense of power brought by the surge in Soul Power made Zhu Wuneng's hair and beard bristle.
A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. Without the slightest pause, at the instant that power reached its peak, the Nine-Toothed Rake in his hand flickered with a cold, heavy black light and slammed down hard into Lei Tian.
That glossy black Fifth Soul Ring suddenly exploded open.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Three Thousand Weak Waters!"
Buzz—
A deep-blue magic array bloomed beneath the rake. The water in the ditch surged upward against the current, turning into a sticky, mercury-blue sea of mist that swept and spread toward the five members of Elephant Armor.
Hu Yanwei had just lifted his leg to charge when his body abruptly sank, and the ground under his feet split into a spiderweb of cracks.
Even more terrifyingly, countless deep-blue droplets crawled up his bronze skin like living things, like a thousand ice-cold hands locking around his joints.
"Graaah!" he roared, trying to erupt with Soul Power and shake off the droplets, but every step felt like wading through a deep muddy swamp, while waves of dull pain came from