Soul Cultivators
Chen Lang swooped down and slammed into the barrier Tang Yunting had erected. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the defense, forcing Tang Yunting to retreat several meters.
In the emergency, Tang Yunting's extensive combat experience let him swiftly channel Soul Power into his palm. Only by relying on the thick surge of Soul Power to block the blow could he barely manage to take it.
Having forced his enemy back with a single move, Chen Lang couldn't help feeling rather pleased with himself. Intelligence gleamed in his bulging eyes, making him look both bizarre and terrifying. He laughed wildly and arrogantly. "Ignorant humans! Do you still think evil spirits are nothing special?"
Tang Yunting silently raised his head. The half of his face that could be seen remained calm and composed.
This evil spirit, fused with its host's body, might be a little troublesome, but he wasn't afraid of it!
When Tang Yunting didn't say a word, Chen Lang let out an unhappy growl. His black body was boneless and pliable; after circling once in the air, he bent at a bizarre angle and swept toward Tang Yunting, wrapped in a hurricane and spreading like a spiderweb.
Tang Yunting furrowed his brow slightly. His instincts told him it would be troublesome if he got caught, so he immediately channeled Soul Power and retreated at speed.
At the same time, he used the time he had bought to gather a dense mass of Soul Power. A wisp of Soul Flame, dark blue with a hint of purple, sparked from his fingertip.
As soon as Tang Yunting made his move, the enormous, thick black web suddenly spread dozens of meters, instantly enveloping him. Now it only had to slowly close around him.
Tang Yunting's face was