Darcy Rahman Khan's claws flashed, whipping up a gust of wind. Chen Xiaojun moved with agile grace, springing sideways in an instant to avoid that razor-sharp strike. The two of them immediately steadied themselves, their gazes blazing as they faced each other down.
Among the Wolf Bandits, the Rahman Khan Clan had always been known for agility. If compared to the soul master system, Darcy Rahman Khan was undoubtedly an outstanding Agility Attack Type fighter with high speed, high attack, low defense, and low health.
At that moment, his left arm was wounded, blood gushing out and staining his clothes red. Both he and Chen Xiaojun had added fresh injuries to each other.
Although Chen Xiaojun had already used Soul Power to temporarily seal the wound on his shoulder, every movement still inevitably tugged at the injury. Along with the pain, waves of dizziness kept assailing him.
A fishy sweetness mixed with the taste of rust surged in his throat, but he forcibly suppressed it with astonishing willpower, not letting the slightest bit escape.
For Chen Xiaojun, a Soul King, resisting a powerful enemy who was a Soul Douluo by himself was already a contest with a vast disparity in strength.
Moreover, he had previously spared no cost in using powerful soul skills that consumed an extreme amount of Mental Power, such as the Black Tortoise Imprint, Mental Power Blessing, and Yin Yang Domain. These actions had undoubtedly worsened the injury to his Upper Soul Nest, like countless tiny electric drills constantly spinning inside his mind, bringing unbearable pain.
Beads of sweat wound down along Chen Xiaojun's brows and mingled with the mottled bloodstains on his cheeks, yet they still could not conceal the unyielding light in his eyes.
In such a situation, every second tested Chen Xiaojun's will and