Roar!
The Werewolf Monster's hind legs slammed into the ground.
The hard granite arena instantly exploded into two massive craters.
It turned into a black afterimage, carrying a foul wind that struck the face as it lunged straight for Han Yuchen's head.
It was more than twice as fast as before!
"Watch out!"
In the rest area, Dai Mubai and Tang San cried out at the same time and rushed toward the arena.
"Don't come over!"
Han Yuchen suddenly turned back and shouted sharply.
His voice was hoarse and urgent, carrying a note of grim resolve.
"This is an Evil Spirit Master's method! He's burning his life force for power. Anyone who touches it will be corroded!"
As he shouted, he threw himself awkwardly to the side, barely avoiding the Werewolf Monster's claws.
Riiip—
A large piece of his already torn sleeve was ripped away.
While the cloth was still in midair, it rapidly turned black, decayed, and crumbled into ash.
The entire venue erupted in uproar.
What kind of Soul Skill was this? It was clearly a deadly poison!
"How can a monster like this... how can it be allowed to compete in the Soul Master Competition?!"
Someone in the stands screamed in terror.
Han Yuchen rolled across the ground, rose to one knee, and panted heavily.
Sweat dripped from his chin, mixed with blood at the corner of his mouth.
Having missed its strike, the Werewolf Monster grew even more violent.
It turned around, opened its fang-filled mouth, and condensed a black sphere of energy within it.
The surrounding air seemed polluted by that energy, turning thick and icy.
Han Yuchen's gaze sharpened as he watched the energy sphere.
I can't drag this out any longer.
*If this thing self-destructs, the entire front row will suffer. It'll be