The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, the Oriole Waits Behind

Xuan Zi's fifth Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.

His body began spinning at a dazzling speed, faster and faster.

Dense earth-element Soul Power, so thick it was nearly tangible, poured from his body, enveloping him like billowing clouds of golden mist.

Then, driven by his rapid rotation, a massive golden tornado suddenly rose from the ground, centered on him.

The tornado was over ten meters wide and more than fifty meters tall, standing between heaven and earth like a towering pillar.

Its interior brimmed with violent, destructive power, while its exterior spun, roared, and tore through the air.

It swept every speck of dust and fragment of stone within a hundred zhang into that golden storm.

Long Zhanye had seen this attack before.

His third Soul Ring from his first Martial Soul immediately lit up.

The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring pulsed once. He said softly, "What's yours should be digested by you."

His right hand swept sharply forward, and his left hand clenched—

Six Colorless Walls appeared out of thin air around the tornado Xuan Zi had formed around himself.

The walls were forged from grayish-white Chaos Qi. They completely enclosed him, forming a perfectly sealed cube.

Then, Long Zhanye continued reinforcing the outer perimeter around Xuan Zi, stacking layer upon layer of Colorless Walls and sealing him in like a cage that was constantly thickening.

Xuan Zi's tornado was indeed terrifying. The innermost Colorless Wall shattered violently the moment it came into contact with the raging wind.

But as Long Zhanye continued stacking and reinforcing the walls, layer after layer, the tornado's force gradually weakened, as though it were being devoured bit by bit, growing increasingly feeble.

Then, Long Zhanye controlled the cubic prison with both hands and slowly pushed it forward.

The enormous prison was