The three of them turned at once and charged at Wang Zhi.
A Shadow Domain silently unfolded beneath Wang Zhi's feet.
Black shadows spread out in every direction from him, enveloping the space within a hundred meters.
Within this domain, he was the master.
His right hand curled as if grasping something, and shadows gathered in his palm, transforming into a pitch-black longsword.
A dark sheen flowed along the blade, as if it could devour all light.
He charged to meet them.
His first strike slashed at the leading Soul Sage.
The Soul Sage crossed his claws and took the blow head-on.
Clang—
The clash of metal rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.
The Soul Sage felt tremendous force surge from the blade and was knocked back several steps.
He looked down at his claw blades...
A deep sword mark had appeared on them.
How was that possible?
His Battle Armor was Two-Word Battle Armor, and its defenses were strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from an Eight Ring Soul Douluo.
And this young boy's strike...
Had actually left a mark on it?!
But Wang Zhi didn't wait for him to react.
The second strike was already coming.
At the same time...
The Ghost Shadow Soldiers surrounding them sprang into action.
They no longer fought alone. Instead, they worked with Wang Zhi, forming one small encirclement after another.
The ninjas launched Hidden Weapons from a distance to harass their opponents, the warriors held them off from the front, and the assassins looked for openings to deliver a lethal strike.
The three Soul Sages were powerful, but even they began to struggle under this airtight assault.
One of the Soul Sages let his guard down and was slashed across the leg by a Blade Corps Taxi Soldier.
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