Bang—
Tang Hao knocked the Yellow Spring Dew from his hand and rose from the corner. The stench of alcohol spread with his movements.
The surrounding Fallen Ones instinctively moved aside. No one dared stand in the path of this decrepit old man who radiated danger.
Xiao Wu had just sheathed her sword and was about to walk toward Su Mo. A suffocatingly heavy pressure suddenly bore down on her from the side. She instinctively drew her sword again and spun around, its tip aimed directly at the newcomer.
"You." Tang Hao's voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper grinding together. "A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit. You really didn't die."
Xiao Wu's heart abruptly clenched.
Who was this person? He had identified her so easily.
"That night, all the Soul Beasts died." Tang Hao spoke softly, as though talking to himself, yet also to Xiao Wu. "They were crushed from the inside out. Their Soul Rings illuminated the entire continent before all dispersing. I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find a single living one. Ah Yin too... Ah Yin was gone too."
When Tang Hao mentioned Ah Yin's name, his voice caught harshly.
"But you're still alive." Tang Hao's breathing suddenly became rapid, like a rusted machine being forcibly started. "Why are you still alive?"
He took another step forward. The pressure of a level ninety-five Titled Douluo leaked out uncontrollably, crushing several nearby Fallen Ones until they spat blood and flew away. Yet he did not notice at all. In his world, only the pink-skirted girl before him remained.
"Tell me." Tang Hao's voice squeezed from his throat, every word seemingly shattered out with all his strength. "Ah Yin... Can Ah Yin be alive too? She was also a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast