Hearing Hua Lian's words, Qin Ming was invigorated. Their current situation could be described as enemies surrounding them on all sides, but as long as Yue Guan arrived, all these problems would be solved.
But the question was how to hold out until Yue Guan arrived. The ten Fallen Spirit Masters opposite them appeared to all be Soul King-level, yet among them were several Soul Emperors and a Soul Saint.
And clearly, their opponents had no intention of giving Qin Ming and the others much time to react.
The burly Soul Saint at the front coldly looked at the Purple Prison Demon Fang Soul King lying dead on the ground. His aura suddenly sank, and his powerful Soul Saint-level Soul Power erupted. He directly activated Martial Soul Possession, and seven Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—appeared around him.
In an instant, piercing sounds of grinding bones rang out. His already muscular body grew half a zhang taller, savage bone ridges protruded from his shoulders and back, and spinal spikes tore through his flesh, standing erect like blades.
Behind him, the phantom of a several-zhang-long skeletal flood dragon slowly emerged. The bone dragon coiled and writhed, its tail hook swinging as corrosive poisonous mist spread outward. The surrounding ground was instantly corroded black and began to smoke.
"Corrosive Bone Demon Flood Dragon!" Elder Huang cried out, raising his Green Soul Power at once to block the corrosive poison spreading from the burly man.
The moment he saw the Martial Soul released by the burly man, Qin Ming recognized it.
The Corrosive Bone Demon Flood Dragon was a poisonous Beast Martial Soul, an evil Martial Soul that grew by devouring the bone marrow of living beings and corrupting flesh and blood.
"You lot, go capture them all. Remember, don't kill