Seeing that only his subordinates remained at the center of the battlefield, Feng Xian hurriedly looked around for Yang Ming.
Suddenly, Feng Xian caught a glimpse of an afterimage from the corner of his eye and instinctively dodged sideways. But as a Support System Soul King who was not skilled in combat, he was no match for Yang Ming. Though his dodge avoided the vital point, Yang Ming's spear still pierced through his shoulder.
Yang Ming had only been able to land the hit because he had just used his Third Soul Skill to break a squad of two Soul Emperors and one Soul King head-on, consuming too much Soul Power and slowing his movement speed. Otherwise, Feng Xian would never even have seen him.
"Ah!"
The spear entered his body, and Feng Xian let out a miserable scream.
Looking at Feng Xian's pain-filled face, Yang Ming felt a trace of emotion, but he would not go easy on him. He pulled out his spear and was about to strike again to finish Feng Xian off when Old An's loud warning came from above.
"Yun kid, move!"
Yang Ming immediately mobilized the remaining Soul Power in his body. The Yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed, and he used Teleportation to leave the spot, appearing beside Ya Li. Seeing his pale face and obvious overexertion of Soul Power, Ya Li asked worriedly.
"Brother Ming, are you all right?"
As she spoke, she also cast Holy Light Illumination on Yang Ming.
Looking at Ya Li's worried expression, Yang Ming smiled and said softly.
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
But before he could finish, Yang Ming seemed to sense something. He looked toward the horizon and saw a blood-ink-colored slash descend from the sky, shooting straight toward where he had just stood. The