Soul Cultivators Are All Madmen

"Watch out!!"

The Stone Spirit Race elder swiftly raised his hand, trying to pull his clansman behind him. Unfortunately, he was half a step too slow. All he pulled back was a Headless Corpse; he could not even take back the lingering soul.

"Soul Cultivator!"

Another Stone Spirit Race expert's eyes split with rage. He had not expected Chen Luo to move so quickly, much less that this Human Race man would dare take action in Demon Race territory.

The Stone Spirit Race elder's body rapidly grew larger. His feet, planted on the ground, fused as one with the earth. The stones beneath him surged like seawater. Viscous stone fluid gathered into an enormous mouth and viciously bit down on Chen Luo.

When dealing with Soul Cultivators, the best method was to strike first.

Otherwise, once they brought out their Soul Banners, the situation would become a one-sided slaughter. Even if one could resist them, the energy expended would be several times greater than usual.

Bang!!

The mouth snapped shut, biting fiercely into Chen Luo's neck. Semi-transparent airwaves exploded outward, making even the air tremble. Stone fluid flowed through the gaps between the massive stone jaws and wrapped around him, sealing Chen Luo inside in the blink of an eye.

"Go first! I'll hold him back!"

The Stone Spirit Race elder roared at his clansman behind him. After their brief exchange, he had already detected Chen Luo's strength—the Void Return Realm!

The Stone Spirit Race expert behind him immediately turned around.

His figure became a streak of light, smashing through the surrounding Stone Walls as he flew away into the distance. The survivors in the inn fled outside like they had gone mad, while people on the nearby streets also began desperately moving away.

Leopard Tribe experts were rapidly converging