Surprise Attack

The toughness of Qin Heng was not merely talk.

The result of that head-on collision just now was already clear; without a doubt, he had won.

Magic Shadow's massive Avatar of the Martial Soul was blasted away by the power of wind and thunder. Although it did not suffer a fatal wound, the right claw, condensed from dark soul power, showed clear signs of cracking, with black mist continuously dissipating, making it difficult to fully heal in the short term.

Judging from the force and speed of Magic Shadow's strike, as well as the soul skill used just now, Qin Heng had basically determined the opponent's style; this guy was undoubtedly an Agility Attack System Soul Saint.

Qin Heng felt a slight sense of relief in his heart. The type of soul master he feared the least was an Agility Attack type. The defensive power of the Asura Armor was astonishing, far exceeding the defensive soul skills of Soul Tools of the same level.

Even if Magic Shadow was two major realms higher than him, it was almost impossible to break through the defense of this Asura Armor without an extremely powerful offensive soul skill or special means.

And an Agility Attack System Soul Saint was never best at head-on, fierce attacks.

They relied more on speed, surprise attacks, and continuous, relentless offensives. But Magic Shadow happened to run into the monstrously defensive Asura Armor, which meant that his greatest strengths would be greatly diminished in front of Qin Heng.

The methods of Fallen Soul Masters are indeed strange, but no matter how strange, they cannot violate the basic principles of soul masters. It is impossible for Magic Shadow to possess destructive power that transcends his own attributes out of thin air. Thinking of this, Qin Heng's wariness toward Magic Shadow quietly lowered a notch.

Of course, he did not lose his vigilance because of this. After all, the opponent was a genuine Soul Saint, with a total soul power and combat experience far above his own; any carelessness could be exploited by the opponent.

In the next dozen seconds, Qin Heng took the initiative to exchange several moves with Magic Shadow.

He deliberately slowed his speed, using the Asura Cloak Claw to engage in probing clashes with the opponent.

As expected, Magic Shadow was extremely swift in every attack, striking from tricky and vicious angles, attempting to find a weak point in the Asura Armor for a surprise attack.

But no matter how fast or strange his claw strikes were, they only sparked and produced dull thuds upon hitting the Asura Armor, unable to cause any substantial damage.

After confirming this through these few moves, Qin Heng felt confident.

As expected, an Agility Attack System soul master. Now it's my turn. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the fourth soul ring beneath his feet lit up once again, with wind-attribute soul power surging wildly. At the same time, even more violent wind and thunder power began to condense on the Asura Cloak Claw.

Qin Heng's figure suddenly accelerated, taking the initiative to charge toward the ten-meter-tall giant Magic Shadow!

Under the multiple buffs and the enhancement of the Asura Armor, his speed was not at all inferior to Magic Shadow's, and he even held a slight advantage in straight-line bursts.

The Asura Cloak Claw tore through the air, bringing with it a piercing shriek, mixed with purple lightning and cyan wind blades, aiming directly for the vital chest and abdomen of Magic Shadow's Avatar.

Magic Shadow clearly did not expect that a mere Soul Ancestor would dare to take the initiative to counterattack when facing him. The killing intent in his eyes grew thicker; he wanted to kill this arrogant brat.

Magic Shadow's figure once again turned into a blurred black shadow, attempting to use his speed advantage to skirmish and counter-kill.

However, Qin Heng had already seen the opponent's movement trajectory clearly through his Illusion Pupil.

He no longer defended passively, but began a truly powerful counterattack!

Every claw strike carried the violent explosive power of wind and thunder, and every lunge precisely blocked Magic Shadow's evasion routes.

Magic Shadow, who should have held the speed advantage, was now being forced back step by step by Qin Heng, his massive Avatar of the Martial Soul letting out angry roars.

On the battlefield, the dark red Asura figure clashed fiercely with the giant black Magic Shadow. The sounds of explosions, claw strikes, and wind and thunder cracks followed one after another, making the scene incredibly intense.

The five Fallen Soul Masters in the distance watched in a daze. They could never have imagined that a young man who appeared to be only at the Soul Ancestor level could force the Third Elder to such a state.

Qin Heng fought with increasing courage, his killing intent growing stronger. While suppressing Magic Shadow, he spoke coldly: "They say the methods of the Fallen are strange and their combat power far exceeds their peers, but I see it is nothing more than this. You can't even beat a Soul Ancestor like me, a Soul Saint. Today, I will use your blood to pay tribute to the villagers you slaughtered!"

As he spoke, the Illusion Pupil soul skill at the center of Qin Heng's brow was quietly activated.

Magic Shadow, who had been completely enraged by Qin Heng's active and fierce attack, had already lost some of his rationality.

Coupled with Qin Heng's provocative taunt, he focused almost all of his attention on how to tear this arrogant brat in front of him to shreds.

He never expected that Qin Heng's true killing move was not the following claw strike, but a mental illusion that had been prepared long ago.

Qin Heng's mental power had already reached the Title Douluo level, far above that of Magic Shadow.

Moreover, Magic Shadow's mind was currently unguarded as he was distracted by dealing with Qin Heng's physical offensive, causing his defensive awareness to drop significantly, which gave Qin Heng a near-perfect opportunity to strike.

With almost no resistance, Qin Heng's mental power, like an invisible sharp sword, instantly pierced into Magic Shadow's sea of consciousness, forcibly constructing a truly realistic illusion space.

The next instant, Magic Shadow's massive Avatar of the Martial Soul suddenly froze in place.

The ten-meter-tall black shadow hung in mid-air, motionless as if struck by a binding spell. The dark soul power wrapped around his body also stopped flowing, with only the black mist continuously dissipating from the surface trembling slightly, indicating that its master was currently suffering from a violent Mental Shock.

The five Fallen Soul Masters in the distance saw this, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Third Elder?!"

"What's going on? Why did the Third Elder suddenly stop moving?"

They were suspicious and uneasy, yet dared not rush forward rashly. The scene of Blood Fiend being killed in an instant was still fresh in their minds, and now that even the Third Elder was in such a strange state, the intense fear already in their hearts deepened even further.

At this moment, inside the illusion space constructed by Qin Heng.

Magic Shadow's consciousness was forcibly dragged into a gray, cold, and despair-filled world.

As soon as the illusion took shape, Magic Shadow suddenly discovered that he had returned to his "normal" physical form. He looked down at his hands and then looked around, his expression turning extremely ugly.

This is an illusion?! He reacted very quickly and immediately tried to break free, only to discover with horror that his soul power was moving sluggishly here, as if heavily suppressed by some invisible force.

Just then, the illusion space began to change drastically. The surrounding darkness quickly receded, replaced by a blood-red sky and a towering mountain piled with countless white bones.

Standing on the top of the mountain was a figure with cyan-gray skin, black curse patterns covering her face, blood-red vertical pupils, and messy white hair like demonic flames. She held a scythe with black-purple demonic patterns, its blade like a spider's fang, emitting purple resentment, giving off a cold and evil feeling.