But now, their positions had reversed.
Huo Yuhao stood with his back to the Ming Dou Mountain Range, completely cutting off Wang Yihang's path of escape.
He was no longer thinking about the unrealistic prospect of killing Huo Yuhao. How to survive was what truly mattered.
In the distance, more than a dozen streaks of light had already risen into the air from the direction of the Star Luo Empire's military camp.
Their speed and radiance made it clear that these people were extraordinarily powerful.
One strike. He only had the power for one strike left.
If that strike could break through Huo Yuhao's blockade, he might still have a chance of surviving!
Of the nine Soul Rings rising around Wang Yihang, the black Soul Ring in the seventh position shone brilliantly.
The next instant, he completely transformed into a mad bull, with even his human form disappearing.
One Blazing Sky Net after another attached themselves to him, making him appear to be a flaming giant bull over thirty meters long.
Several Soul Rings lit up in succession as blazing fire shot into the sky.
As Wang Yihang charged forward, he looked like an evil ghost returned from hell, launching his assault with his one remaining horn.
Huo Yuhao remained utterly still. The battle blade in his hand split into two, while behind him, a dark gold phantom rose into the air.
The moment he met Huo Yuhao's icy gaze, Wang Yihang, in his Martial Soul Avatar state, suddenly felt a trace of fear.
What a cold and merciless gaze that was. In Huo Yuhao's eyes, he seemed to be nothing more than a fat bull that could be slaughtered at any moment. His charge was merely a trapped beast's futile struggle.
Impossible. No matter how he looked at it,