How could the Soul Blast unleashed by the Fate Skull possibly be so simple?
When Long Zhanye struck for the first time, he had already secretly concealed most of his spiritual power's force.
He had not detonated the full power of that mass of spiritual energy at once because he had a far deeper scheme in mind.
He feared that Qian Duoduo still had some particularly powerful defensive trump card hidden away, especially some life-saving method that would only be forced out at the brink of death.
Thus, he waited until Qian Duoduo lowered his guard, believing he had already weathered the most dangerous moment, before suddenly detonating it.
And detonating it at that moment was undoubtedly the best possible timing.
Even though Qian Duoduo's cultivation had reached the level of a Super Douluo, he was facing Long Zhanye, whose spiritual power had already entered the level of a Limit Douluo!
The density and explosive force of that spiritual power had long surpassed the limit an ordinary Super Douluo could endure.
Qian Duoduo's body suddenly lost control, as though all the strength supporting it had been sucked away, and he flew backward.
In that instant, even the traits of his Martial Soul rapidly began to fade.
The indestructible Black Dragon Shield and that mountain-heavy power of earth both peeled away from him inch by inch like stripped armor.
In that brief instant, he seemed to have devolved from a defensive-type Super Douluo into an ordinary man with no means to resist.
That black blur blasted away was Qian Duoduo's soul, forcibly torn from his body!
It twisted and struggled violently in midair, trying to return to its body as quickly as possible.
Its form was blurred and distorted, churning endlessly like a blot of ink scattered by a gale, yet