Sea Spear Douluo gave a bitter laugh but said nothing. Zhao Zilong had no intention of wasting words with him and charged at Sea Spear Douluo again. His long spear collided with Sea Spear Douluo's spear once more. As the distance closed, Zhao Zilong formed a claw with his left hand and grabbed at Sea Spear Douluo, saying quietly, "Second Soul Skill—Soul Tentacle..."
Sea Spear Douluo instinctively raised a hand to defend himself. Zhao Zilong's palm seized his wrist. Though there was no actual injury, Sea Spear Douluo felt a chill sweep over him and hurriedly retreated.
However, although Sea Spear Douluo had backed away, Zhao Zilong was now holding something in his hand that looked like a soul-body version of Sea Spear Douluo.
"What is that?" Sea Spear Douluo's pupils constricted sharply. That soul-body remained connected to him by a strand of blue energy.
A smile curled across Zhao Zilong's lips. "Why not try it and find out?" As he spoke, he thrust his long spear at the soul-body in his hand. Like a bubble, it was easily pierced through.
"Urgh..." Sea Spear Douluo immediately clutched his chest and groaned in pain. He had felt it—the spear thrust had seemed to pierce his own body, yet there was no wound on him. Was this damage to the soul?
Without hesitation, Zhao Zilong thrust his spear at the soul-body's throat again. In an instant, the soul-body vanished into smoke.
The disappearance of the soul-body soon sent a powerful mental shock through Sea Spear Douluo, and intense pain flooded his mind.
Zhao Zilong then rushed forward at high speed. While Sea Spear Douluo was dazed, he drove his spear straight into his chest.
"Pfft!" After being struck, Sea Spear Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood. His body gradually turned transparent