As the pitch-black second Soul Ring glimmered faintly, a strange fluctuation immediately arose around Huo Yuhao, like the crisp, distinct ticking of a clock.
"Second Soul Skill, Time Control: Backtrack!"
Huo Yuhao's robes stirred without wind, silver-white light flashing through his eyes as his Spiritual Power rapidly surged. He raised one hand toward the front, then clenched it into a fist just as the scorching Incendiary Bombs arrived.
In an instant, the power of time spreading through the surroundings abruptly reversed, immediately enveloping every Incendiary Bomb.
From the perspective of the Black-Clothed Men in the dense forest, they could only see the shells hovering eerily in midair. Just as confusion arose, the shells suddenly reversed direction and sped back toward them in unison.
"Fuck."
"Damn it, move!"
For a moment, the expressions of at least several hundred Black-Clothed Men could not be seen due to the mosaic, but their frantic attempts to flee were enough to reveal the fear in their hearts.
But no one noticed that the two hundred Incendiary Bombs were covered by more than just the power of time—they were also enveloped in dense cold air.
Huo Yuhao watched the shells return along their original path. The phantom of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion Martial Soul behind him silently vanished, while an emerald faint light emerged over his left arm.
Just as the people from the duke's mansion arrived, patches of pale yellow light lit up throughout the dense forest—the light of Soul Tool Shields.
Yet the Black-Clothed Men, who had expected the returning shells to unleash terrifying destructive power, froze in disbelief. After landing, the shells did not explode. At most, they snapped branches or embedded themselves in the mud.
"This..."
The scattered Black-Clothed Men throughout the forest looked at one another. Some of the bolder