Even without releasing her Battle Armor, Wu Sidu's close-quarters combat ability was enough to rival a rank-98 Super Douluo.
Dealing with these small fry, who were at most Soul Douluos, was like a tiger among sheep!
"Counterattack! Counterattack now!! Form up!!"
The remaining Soul Masters snapped out of their overwhelming terror and let out hysterical roars. Soul rings of every color lit up as the glow of Soul Skills began to gather, attempting a desperate final strike against Wu Sidu.
However, Wu Sidu was simply too fast.
She did not even spare a glance for the incoming Soul Skills. Her figure blurred once more, and the Nether Spirit Cat Martial Soul possessed her body, making her a true phantom of the night.
Afterimages darted through the crowd, while her claws flashed with a cold gleam.
"Slash!"
The sound of sharp blades cutting through throats came densely, like rain battering banana leaves.
In the time of a single breath, the dozens of Green Skull members surrounding the three Fixed Soul Cannon Shells—Soul Kings and Soul Emperors alike—froze in place. At the same instant, a blood-red line deep enough to expose bone appeared across every one of their necks.
Blood immediately erupted like fountains, and they crumpled to the ground one after another, dead in an instant!
Some quicker-reacting Soul Masters had already released their attacks, and the light of their Soul Skills was about to strike Wu Sidu.
Yet Wu Sidu neither dodged nor retreated. She spun sharply, and her long, powerful right leg swept out like an iron whip. The force of the kick tore through the air with a piercing boom.
"Boom!"
The various Soul Skills—whether fireballs, Wind Blades, or energy blasts—were as fragile as paper before that kick, which contained the Mountain Dragon King's immense strength. They were