Clang!
His soul was tough!
Even after a single strike, it still wouldn't come loose!
Clangclangclangclangclangclangclangclangclang!
Lu Cang gripped the dagger and stabbed repeatedly. At last, the blows jolted the soul out of the man's body for an instant!
Lu Cang immediately reached to extract it!
Bang!
But the moment Lu Cang raised his hand to pull out the soul, it landed in his palm—and he felt that it wasn't tangible at all.
It was an illusion.
As the soul fell into Lu Cang's hand...
The man's body shattered, too!
Then the illusory soul in Lu Cang's hand dispersed.
"Tsk..."
So he really couldn't take it?
His opponent had been forcibly pulled here, and at first he'd been nothing but an illusion.
Thinking about it, he was probably some kind of temporary projection.
Lu Cang slowly landed.
He looked at the array diagrams all around him.
What a shame... They were all one-use arrays.
It was only because they were one-use that he could set them up directly as a level-three Array Mage. Otherwise, he couldn't have activated them at such a low level.
"To think there are experts like this in the world..."
"Keeping humble really is the right choice."
Lu Cang walked slowly toward the center of the great hall.
By now, the entire hall had fallen apart and lay in ruins.
Every pillar in the hall had snapped. The ground was riddled with craters and cracks, battered beyond recognition.
Not a single part of the hall remained intact.
Lu Cang headed for the center because a mark was floating there.
This mark...
Lu Cang sensed the talent runes within his body.
It felt somewhat similar to the mark of his own talent...
He approached the mark.
But then a white-haired, red-eyed apparition appeared beside it once more.