That night, deep within the Soul Hunting Forest, darkness hung like a heavy curtain, swallowing every trace of life.
Within the shadows of the Soul Hunting Forest, Mandala Snakes drifted like ghosts in the night, slithering soundlessly as they waited for the perfect moment to strike.
Their eyes gleamed cunningly in the darkness, their long forked tongues probing the air for their prey's aura!!
Tang San darted through the dense woods!
As a Tang Sect disciple who had crossed over, he did have some skills, displaying unusual experience and cunning.
As he fled, he fought while retreating, cleverly using the surrounding terrain and his hidden weapons to successfully shake off several Mandala Snakes that had been relentlessly pursuing him.
However, his teacher was not so fortunate.
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang's situation was entirely different.
Beside Yu Xiaogang, the martial soul form of the cannon fodder Luo Sanpao looked especially clumsy and absurd in the night. It used its body to block several vicious bites from the Mandala Snakes for Yu Xiaogang.
Yet Yu Xiaogang's martial soul—Luo Sanpao, which appeared powerful—seemed utterly helpless in this perilous forest.
After all, trash was trash. A mere level 29 Soul Grandmaster wielding a trash martial soul, surrounded and attacked by several Mandala Snakes nearing a thousand years old—there was absolutely no hope of escaping uninjured!
He was like a match on the verge of going out, liable to be mercilessly snuffed out at any moment.
Under the snakes' siege, Yu Xiaogang struggled desperately, every dodge a narrow escape.
The Mandala Snakes showed no mercy. They either launched lightning-fast ambushes or coordinated joint strangulations in intricate formations, leaving Yu Xiaogang barely any chance to catch his breath.
When Tang San finally found his teacher, the sight before him tore at his heart.
Yu Xiaogang