"Fellow Daoist Chen-this fellow is forcibly devouring my Dao Soul. I can't hold on much longer."
Before long, fur gradually began sprouting from Zhang Huai's human half of the face as well.
"Roar!"
Before his words faded, a savage gleam burst from the tiger eye on the right side of his face, and Zhang Huai's consciousness was suppressed once again.
He smiled sinisterly at Chen Xian and Zhao Ke in the doorway.
"Ignorant juniors! Even with only a wisp of remnant soul left, I am beyond the schemes of ants like you!"
Tiger Daoist thrashed his limbs wildly, pulling the dozen or so earthen-yellow chains taut.
Outside the entrance, Chen Xian's expression darkened.
His brows knitted tightly.
Although he cultivated the four Daos of swords, alchemy, martial arts, and space, he currently had no means of targeting a Dao Soul.
This was his weakness.
If he attacked rashly, he might only further damage Zhang Huai's body without harming the remnant soul of the Dao Integration beast cultivator.
He might even release the beast cultivator's remnant soul from Zhang Huai's body, allowing him to seize his own instead.
While Chen Xian hesitated, Zhao Ke behind him had already strode up the stone steps.
Before Chen Xian, he took out an exquisite palm-sized case carved entirely from warm-white jade.
Layer upon layer of patterns were engraved across its surface, making it look extraordinary.
"Brother Chen! I know a needling technique called Seal-Soul Thirteen Needles. It can forcibly pin this Tiger Daoist's remnant soul inside the dantian!"
Chen Xian's eyes lit up. Zhao Ke really was a font of knowledge, knowing this and that alike. He was an enormous help.
"Then apply the needles quickly! We can't delay."
Chen Xian urged him on.
Zhao Ke looked embarrassed, his voice grave. "Before applying this