Right after that.
More than a dozen black figures flashed out from behind the trees like ghosts.
They were wrapped head to toe in black, their faces covered by featureless masks that revealed only pairs of eyes brimming with killing intent.
The aura around them was cold and bloody.
They were clearly professional assassins.
The man leading them, however, did not cover his face.
He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, dressed in an unremarkable gray robe.
Yet as he stood there, the air around him seemed to grow heavier.
Eight soul rings.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
They pulsed slowly beneath his feet.
A Soul Douluo!
Han Yuchen's heart sank sharply.
If they had been at full strength, he and Leng Yuebai could have joined forces. Even if they could not win, escaping would not have been a problem.
But now?
One of them had exhausted his Soul Power, while the other had just suffered backlash from forcibly activating her domain.
This was practically a hellish start.
"I didn't expect you to survive that collapse and make it out."
The Soul Douluo spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding together.
His gaze swept over Han Yuchen and Leng Yuebai before finally settling on Han Yuchen.
There was a cat-and-mouse mockery in his eyes.
"The Crown Prince said you were useless. Looks like the intelligence was wrong."
Hearing the words "Crown Prince," Han Yuchen sneered inwardly.
As expected, Qian Renxue's "good brother" had sent them.
He really intended to finish this once and for all.
"Cough, cough..."
Han Yuchen suddenly clutched his chest and began coughing violently.
A mouthful of blood—actually forced out by biting his tongue just now—trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His body swayed