"Wang Yan, save them. Leave Wang Dong to me." With a low shout, nine dazzling Soul Rings rose from beneath Xuan Zi's feet—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
His back bulged, and his tattered clothes were instantly ripped apart. His gaunt body visibly swelled, and his entire size doubled in an instant.
Two spiraling horns emerged from his temples, while his messy gray-white hair instantly turned tawny yellow. He stomped the ground, shooting forward like a meteor.
At the same time, Wang Dong, who had been seized by God of Death's Emissary, felt utterly miserable. A thick, rancid stench kept drilling into her nostrils from the black-robed Soul King.
With her severe obsession with cleanliness, Wang Dong could only hold her breath under the pressure of the Soul King.
Yet even so, an evil, chaotic, bone-chilling aura continuously surged from the Evil Soul Master toward her. Under this double torment, Wang Dong—
Finally unable to endure any longer, she instinctively summoned her martial soul to resist.
Blue goddess butterfly wings unfurled. One yellow and one purple Soul Ring rose, and the aura of the Light Goddess Butterfly instantly burst forth.
"Courting death." Sensing the light that naturally restrained Evil Soul Masters, the black-robed Soul King did not hesitate in the slightest. His fourth Soul Ring lit up, and a mass of black energy condensed in his hand.
The black energy mass shot toward the Wang Dong he held captive. He showed no mercy with this attack; he struck to kill.
The instant the black energy mass touched Wang Dong, it was as though someone had pressed the pause button on time.
The black-robed Soul King froze in place, watching helplessly as the black energy mass dissipated in midair. An indescribably terrifying aura suddenly surged out from the