Wang Sheng Makes a Move

But how was that possible? After all, he was a Spirit Douluo.

Feiling was only a Spirit Saint.

Between the two of them lay an insurmountable gap in strength!

"Heh..."

Having landed her strike, a faintly smug smile appeared on Feiling's face.

One had to know that her martial soul, the Hellhound, had the power to enhance strength in its left and right heads—but that was not its strongest aspect.

The strongest was the middle head. That was a mental-type ability.

Martial souls with two categories of abilities were exceedingly rare, so rare that they could be counted on one hand across the entire Douluo Continent.

Her first four spirit rings were strength-type, granting her close-combat ability. The ones after that were eerie mental-type spirit skills, and those were her true trump cards for victory.

So the reason Elder Lion could not feel the existence of his right arm was because, at the instant he came into contact with the black mist Feiling had transformed into...

He had been struck by a mental attack, in a manner similar to hypnosis and illusion.

It made Elder Lion unable to feel his own right arm.

Of course, her strength-type spirit skills were also used to mislead enemies and conceal her methods.

As someone with extremely rich combat experience, she knew full well the ultimate truth of striking while the enemy was down.

She did not even wait for Elder Lion to recover from his shock.

Feiling immediately made another move—and a big one at that. The seventh spirit ring on her body lit up.

"Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul Avatar: Hellhound."

Feiling directly transformed into a Hellhound a full four meters tall, its three heads and six eyes fixed tightly on Elder Lion.

Watching this from the shadows, Wang Sheng said in