Above the ruined wilderness forest outside the Dream Demon Space, Leng Xie stood silently in the air, his body seemingly petrified.
Not far from him, Su Mo's figure had also appeared.
The two stood facing each other a hundred li apart, both seemingly petrified as purple mist drifted around them.
"What's going on?"
"Soul power? That purple mist seems to be a Battle Soul!"
"What kind of Battle Soul is this? What condition are they in?"
Seeing Su Mo and Leng Xie both frozen as if petrified, the crowd immediately erupted into an uproar and began discussing fervently.
Everyone was filled with uncertainty. The purple mist was clearly a Battle Soul, but no one could tell what kind of Battle Soul it was.
Although most strange Battle Souls could not increase a martial artist's strength, they all possessed bizarre and unfathomable abilities, making them the hardest to guard against.
The crowd sighed in amazement. Though Su Mo and Leng Xie had exchanged only a few moves, the battle had already become impossible to grasp.
At first, they had all believed Leng Xie was certain to win. But after Su Mo displayed heaven-defying combat power, they had thought Su Mo could contend against Leng Xie.
Yet just now, Leng Xie had displayed invincible defensive power, and everyone had again believed his victory assured. But now, another unexpected development had appeared!
Everyone knew that though the two were exceptionally calm at the moment, they had to be engaged in some kind of confrontation. There was no way they had simply stopped fighting.
However, no one could see any clue as to how the battle was progressing.
"Leng Xie seems to be losing!"
At that moment, someone suddenly cried out in alarm. Leng Xie's face had turned extremely pale, nearly bloodless.
When everyone