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Thick Black Mist curled around Yaoyang. Of his seven Soul Rings—one yellow, three purple, and three black—the fifth and sixth gleaming black Soul Rings gradually dimmed.

Those eerie blood-red eyes turned exceptionally cold, and even Wang Xiao could not help but glance over at the extremely chilling aura.

He had released the Darkness Attribute Domain just now, but Yaoyang was the one who had wiped out the Lan Hai Soul Engineer Corps and severely damaged Yu Yun's Sea of Consciousness.

A powerful Spirit Attribute Soul Master was truly terrifying.

"Rest assured, Uncle Wang. I didn't devour the souls of those soldiers. I promised His Highness the Prince back then." Yaoyang raised his head and met Wang Xiao's gaze without hesitation, his firm tone deeply moving.

His martial soul was a special kind known as a Sea Demon, inherently Spiritual Attribute. It was also the martial soul passed down through his family for generations.

However, when he awakened his martial soul years ago, it mutated and gained the ability to devour the souls of humans and Soul Beasts. This special ability even drew the attention of the Holy Spirit Cult, resulting in his entire family being slaughtered. He alone was taken away.

Later, Xu Zihuang's father saved him, allowing him to escape alive.

Wang Xiao withdrew his right hand from Yu Yun's left chest and nodded blankly.

It had already been over a decade since he and Xu Zihuang's father had rescued Yaoyang from the Holy Spirit Cult. To be honest, Yaoyang's current strength far exceeded his expectations. It was difficult for him to reconcile the young man before him with the boy he remembered, whose eyes had been filled with despair and hatred at his own powerlessness to protect his family.

Letting out a heavy breath, Wang Xiao once again fixed his determined gaze on the island ahead.

It was not only because he trusted Yaoyang. More importantly, the rescue plan before them could not be delayed.

"No time to waste. According to the plan, I'll lead one team to hold back Haixiao and the main force of the West Sea Soul Engineer Corps. Yaoyang, take the other team and rescue the Young Master."

With a low shout, Wang Xiao was the first to soar into the air.

The Vast Sea Soul Engineer Corps, including Regiment Commander Yu Yun, had been wiped out here, while the noble young ladies in the cruise ship's cabins had all fallen unconscious. The West Sea Soul Engineer Corps would soon notice that something was wrong.

There was no longer any need to remain hidden in the shadows.

To rescue the Young Master, they had to confront the well-equipped West Sea Soul Engineer Corps head-on.

Following close behind Wang Xiao were more than twenty of the finest elites from the Original Dragon Soul Instructor Corps. Every one of them possessed Cultivation above Level 60, and propelled by Rank 6 Flying Soul Tools, they were not the slightest bit slower than Wang Xiao.

More than twenty Soul Emperors dispatched so casually—this alone showed just how deep the foundations of the Original Dragon Soul Instructor Corps were.

Brilliant trails of flame streaked across the night sky. The rescue plan that had been prepared for three years was finally underway!

Two yellow, two purple, and four black Soul Rings—the optimal ratio of eight Soul Rings—pulsed madly around Wang Xiao's body like an unparalleled ferocious beast.

"Seventh Soul Skill! Martial Soul Avatar!" An intensely suppressed yet slightly crazed roar erupted from his mouth. Dense black-purple flames seemed to ignite over his body, forming an enormous black-purple cocoon of light around him.

Then, a deep tiger's roar exploded through the air. A majestic Black Winged Giant Tiger swooped down from the sky toward the massive, sturdy city wall over fifty meters high.

The patrolling soldiers of the West Sea Soul Engineer Corps atop the wall were instantly alarmed and looked up in horror.

Haixiao had indeed ordered them to heighten their vigilance tonight, but Wang Xiao's appearance was simply too sudden.

Wiping out Yu Yun and the Lan Hai Soul Engineer Corps under his command had actually taken less than a single breath. With Yaoyang's Fifth Soul Skill, which could conceal their forms, his Sixth Soul Skill's group mental attack, and Wang Xiao's Darkness Attribute Domain, not even the slightest disturbance had been exposed.

On the city wall, a middle-aged man who appeared to be a squad captain was the first to react. As he released his martial soul, he also wrapped his voice in Soul Power and shouted, "Enemy attack! All troops, heed my command! Hold the Fixed Soul Cannon positions on the wall and eliminate the enemy!"

The soldiers of the West Sea Soul Engineer Corps were clearly far more capable than those of Yu Yun's Lan Hai Soul Engineer Corps.

Under the squad captain's orders, the soldiers quickly calmed down and turned the black metal barrels of the Fixed Soul Cannons mounted atop the wall.

To fend off rampaging Sea Soul Beasts, a barrel from a Rank 4 Fixed Soul Cannon had been installed almost every few dozen meters along the wall.

The power of a Rank 4 Fixed Soul Cannon was only equivalent to a Soul Ancestor's full-force strike, but when they were combined, their might was still quite terrifying.

A huge crimson octopus phantom appeared behind the squad captain. Two yellow, three purple, and one black Soul Ring—six Soul Rings in all—rose around him instantly, displaying his Soul Emperor-level Cultivation.

Though it was not the optimal Soul Ring ratio, it was still quite respectable.

But he had overlooked one important fact: Wang Xiao's true strength.

The Black Winged Giant Tiger, over twenty meters long in his Martial Soul Avatar state, did not become clumsy because of its massive size. Instead, it was as agile as a spirit cat.

With the black wings on its back assisting it, its speed was even more astonishing. It became a black afterimage, so fast that the naked eye could hardly catch even its shadow.

Almost the moment the squad captain's words fell, it had already arrived above his head.

A pair of tiger claws came crashing down. Amid a thunderous shattering sound, the originally sturdy and thick city wall was torn open in an instant. Even the Fixed Soul Cannons secured to the surrounding wall were sent flying.

"Boom—" Before the squad captain's despairing eyes, the giant tiger struck again, pinning him firmly to the bluestone floor. His limbs twisted into grotesque shapes, blood sprayed everywhere, and fragments of internal organs continuously spewed from his nose as he coughed. He was clearly beyond saving.

"Captain!" The surrounding soldiers of the West Sea Soul Engineer Corps felt ice run through their bodies. No matter how elite a soldier was, fear would still arise in the face of death.

The battlefield changed in an instant, and in that brief moment of distraction, the elites of the Far Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps following behind Wang Xiao had already crossed the area covered by the Fixed Soul Cannons.

What followed was nothing but a massacre.

A peak Soul Douluo who was also a Rank 8 Soul Engineer, along with over twenty Soul Emperors—such a lavish lineup would give even a Title Douluo a hard time, let alone the West Sea Soul Engineer Corps soldiers, whose Cultivation generally hovered around Level 40.

This time, Wang Xiao did not attack the routed soldiers of the West Sea Soul Engineer Corps again. Instead, his enormous head in Martial Soul Avatar form lifted as though sensing something, and he looked toward the castle at the center of the island.

As if responding to his gaze, a pillar of blue-purple lightning as thick as a water barrel suddenly shot into the night sky above the castle, illuminating the island shrouded in darkness.

Haixiao, clad in deep-blue armor, revealed himself amid the lightning. Complex emotions of anger and shock surged in his sharp, gleaming eyes.

"Wang Xiao, is that you?! You're actually still alive?!"

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