Soul Masters Should Look Like Soul Masters

The reappearance of the moonlight seemed to return everything on the street to its normal rhythm.

Yet Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun had no intention of relaxing.

They stood back to back. Though this posture made them seem somewhat vulnerable, they had no other choice right now.

Because even now, they had not caught so much as the outline of their enemy's shadow.

This was the strangest battle they had experienced since making their names.

Even fighting Tang Hao had not been this strange.

"That thing just now..." Zhou Qiubai said in a low voice. "It seemed to have no physical form."

"Mm." Yang Guyun responded softly.

Though they were brothers who could entrust their backs to each other, Yang Guyun knew that they had been too overconfident today.

Trouble.

They had become too arrogant lately.

They thought killing Tang Hao meant they could do whatever they wanted. It seemed they would have to be more cautious from now on.

Though Douluo Continent was considered low-tier, its skills were easy to obtain. That meant its upper limit was merely decent, while its lower limit was pitifully low.

Basic laws could be found everywhere here, allowing every sort of monster and freak to meddle in things.

So what exactly was this mass of something? They still could not figure it out.

It looked human, yet not human. It did not resemble a Spirit Beast either, nor did it display any characteristics of a Martial Soul.

Even a Martial Soul like Ghost could not remain detached from its owner for too long. Yet this mass of something seemed to have no controller nearby at all.

And that laughter just now, that damp sensation seeping from the walls—those were absolutely not things a Soul Master could produce.

It was more like the will