Han Yuchen's pupils suddenly contracted.
I was careless!
He had not expected this beast to be not only immensely powerful, but also so intelligent—capable of tactical restraint and a lethal ambush!
The repeated flashes earlier had consumed a great deal of his Soul Power. At this moment, his old strength had just run out, while his new strength had yet to arise—a delicate gap.
Sacred Qilin Flash Strike required a brief moment to regulate his breathing. If he took those two blades head-on, even if he did not die, he would be severely wounded.
In that instant of racing thoughts, he prepared to rely on his powerful body to withstand the attack.
Just at that critical moment.
"Hmph."
A faint, almost casual snort, as though it had been let out from boredom, sounded beside Han Yuchen's ear.
The sound came from Leng Yuebai, who had been quietly floating behind and to his side as though none of this concerned her.
That snort was very soft.
Yet to the Wolf Bandit Leader charging in for the kill with the force of Mighty Thunder, it was no different from a bolt of heavenly lightning exploding deep within its soul!
Its scarlet eyes, filled with the thrill of slaughter, abruptly shrank to pinpoints!
Because it "saw" it.
A Silver White thread, fine as a hair and soft as though it had no substance, appeared out of nowhere directly ahead of its charging path, like a shadow casually cast by Moonlight.
The thread looked so slender, so fragile, as though a single breath could snap it.
Yet when that thread touched the wind shield around its body—a shield containing most of its Soul Power and capable of blocking attacks from a Soul Emperor—
Sshhk—!
It was like a red-hot wire slicing into solidified lard.