Chapter 160

Death Messenger lowered his head and looked at the hole in his abdomen. Ice-blue scales glinted coldly in the dim cave. He could not even feel pain—not because it did not hurt, but because the chill was too overwhelming, so powerful that even his nerves had frozen. Only a bone-piercing cold spread from the wound through his entire body, as if countless ice needles were stabbing outward along his blood vessels.

He tried to circulate his Soul Power, but the moment it rose, the chill froze it back down. It was like pouring a basin of water into an ice cellar—it froze before it could even flow. He tried to release his Martial Soul, but it seemed to be locked by something and would not respond no matter how he urged it. His fifth Soul Ring was clearly still lit, and his smoke-form state was clearly still active, yet he had been forcibly fixed in human form, unable to move.

The edge of his cloak had been lifted by the blast wave and fluttered backward, revealing his face. It was a face like a skeleton's, skin stretched tightly over bone with almost no flesh. His cheekbones protruded, his eye sockets were sunken, his nose had been reduced to a ridge, and his lips were so thin they were nearly transparent. He looked like a dried corpse that had been weathered for centuries. His pale green eyes were wide open, his pupils shrunk to Needle Tips, roiling with shock, terror, and disbelief.

He did not understand. How could a Soul Grandmaster with only two yellow Soul Rings possess such strength? Those two arms had pierced through his body. That cold could even freeze the smoke he had transformed into. That Spiritual Power impact could crush even his will. This was not