Hei Xu Being Brutally Beaten

The Evil Soul Master with the Blood Eagle Martial Soul was knocked back by the two sudden punches in front of him. Pain shot through both his arms. He had clearly never expected the child before him to possess such tremendous strength—enough to shake him.

"Second Soul Skill, Savage Blade Break!"

A pair of dark-gold wings spread behind Song Yu Fan. At that moment, he was like a wildly spinning dark-gold top, hurtling toward the Blood Eagle Evil Soul Master in an instant while rotating at high speed.

With the support of Wu Peng's Void Mirror, Song Yu Fan could switch positions in an instant during his attacks. No matter how fast the Blood Eagle Evil Soul Master's reactions were, they could not match the speed of space.

He was beaten back step by step, with no chance to strike back. The wounds on his body only continued to multiply.

Hei Xu, the gang leader, watched the battle before him, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter. He seemed to be thinking about something, completely unaware that his aura was rapidly spreading.

That evening, Jing Hang and the other two had just gotten off the plane, all with traces of fatigue on their faces. Taking two flights in a single day was hard for anyone to endure, especially since they could not even watch videos on the plane and could only cultivate.

Qiao Na's cultivation was currently stuck at level 80. Only after she absorbed her first soul ring would she be able to make further progress. Feng Yiran, meanwhile, had remained at the Soul Ancestor stage for too long. The Soul Power within her body had nearly solidified, leaving her unable to take another step forward. Jing Hang's cultivation was even more difficult. Without an environment suited to him,