Blood Eagle shouted loudly, and Soul Ring on his body lit up.
Three yellow, one purple and one black, five Soul Rings were rotating around him, exuding a sense of oppression belonging to Soul Kings.
Hearing Blood Eagle's words, Miles didn't hesitate at all.
The Bat Wings behind him flapped violently, making a low buzzing sound. The whole person was like a huge bat, following Blood Eagle and rushing towards Yang Jian.
Soul Ring on his body also lights up, three yellow, one purple and one black, exactly the same as Blood Eagle.
Behind the two of them, Lost Butterfly was obviously a beat slower.
Her beautiful pair of Butterfly Wings vibrated at an extremely fast frequency, but she always kept a distance from her two companions.
After all, her Martial Soul is Dream Butterfly, and speed is not her strong point.
Five hundred meters.
Four hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
The distance between the three of them was rapidly closing.
Blood Eagle was even able to see every detail on Yang Jian's face. From the beginning to the end, Yang Jian's expression did not change at all.
He was like looking at two moths flying into the flames, with no ripples in his eyes, and even a hint of pity.
Yang Jian's face was always calm, just silently observing the distance between them.
He was waiting for them to enter the best attack range.
And this calmness finally made Blood Eagle's dizzy mind begin to regain its clarity.
Something is wrong.
This kid is so calm.
How could a Soul Ancestor be so calm when faced with two Soul King's head-on attacks? He was either scared to death, or... he was too arrogant.
A chill rose from Blood Eagle's tailbone and went straight to Tianling Gai.
"Stop!"
He roared suddenly, Eagle Wings suddenly unfolded, trying to slow down.
But it's too late.
At the same moment he spoke, Yang Jian moved.
The dark light spread out like ink under the feet, and the level 43 Soul Power spurted out like a tide, shrouding the ground with a radius of ten meters in deep darkness.
Black, black purple, black, black!
Four Soul Ring were stacked and rotating at the feet of Yang Jian. The black and black-purple lights reflected each other, and the aura they exuded made the surrounding air stagnant.
The moment Blood Eagle and Miles saw clearly the four Soul Ring Configuration at Yang Jian's feet, their pupils shrank violently at the same time.
Two purple and two black? No - it's black, black, purple, black, black!
The first Soul Ring is black, the second is black and purple, and the third and fourth are both black.
What does this mean? It means that this young man who looks only twelve or thirteen years old actually has three Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. Even the only Thousand-Year Soul Ring is close to ten thousand years old!
They have never even heard of this kind of thing, let alone seen it.
An unspeakable fear instantly enveloped the two men's bodies, spreading from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet, pinning them all in mid-air.
Blood Eagle's mind went blank, Miles's Bat Wings even forgot to fan.
At this moment when they were stunned, the fourth Soul Ring of Yang Jian lit up.
Deep black light spurted out from the fourth Soul Ring, turning into an invisible wave that spread from Yang Jian, covering a hundred meters in radius at an incredible speed.
Blood Eagle and Miles didn't even have time to react before they were enveloped by the invisible force.
Then, they felt that familiar, desperate feeling - No-Fly.
Eagle Wings lost its supporting power, and Bat Wings became a useless decoration.
The gray-brown wings behind Blood Eagle flapped wildly, but could no longer generate any lift.
Miles's Bat Wings flapped and buzzed, but the whole body fell down uncontrollably.
The two fell straight from more than thirty meters in the air and hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.
"Why do you think you can take advantage of me when you are being chased by Bi-Wing Bird and are running away in panic?"
Yang Jian's voice came from above, calm without any ripples, but with a chilling sense of judgment.
"With your barely moving brains?"
Blood Eagle struggled to get up from the ground, his legs were weak and his hands were shaking.
He raised his head and saw the dazzling golden light emitting from the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in Yang Jian's hand.
The light was so bright, as bright as a sun rising in the hands of Yang Jian.
Blood Eagle's eyes were filled with only golden color at this moment.
The same was true for Miles. The face with bat features was full of despair and fear, and his mouth was opened wide, but no sound could be made.
"Primordial Spear Art first type--Follow the Waves."
Yang Jian's voice was like the whisper of death, calmly announcing the fate of the two of them.
Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear fell.
The golden blade of light spurted out from the blade of the gun, sweeping out with the force of tearing the world apart.
Wherever the light blade passed, a dark crack was cut in the air, causing a harsh scream.
The golden light swallowed up the figures of Blood Eagle and Miles.
No screams were heard.
The two people's bodies were completely evaporated the moment they came into contact with the golden light blade, and not even the dregs were left.
The light blade continued to advance forward, plowing a deep ravine on the ground until it hit a small hill and finally dissipated.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Yang Jian put away his gun and stood up.
His breathing was still steady, as if the blow just now was just a casual one.
At this moment, two hundred meters away, Lost Butterfly was running away desperately.
When Blood Eagle and Miles rushed towards Yang Jian, she instinctively fell behind for a distance.
And when she saw the four Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring at Yang Jian's feet, the desire to survive occupied every cell in her body in an instant.
Before her head could react, her body had already reacted instinctively.
Butterfly Wings slapped it violently, turned around and ran away into the distance.
There was only one thought left in her mind, run, run, as far away from that devil as possible.
She is extremely happy now.
I am glad that my speed is not that fast and I am not rushing to the front with Blood Eagle and the others.
Fortunately, I am a spiritual type Soul Master and do not have such strong attack power, so I habitually stay behind.
Otherwise, she will definitely end up like Blood Eagle and Miles, dead without a burial place.
Lost Butterfly slapped Butterfly Wings crazily, pushing its own speed to the extreme.
The beautiful Butterfly Wings drew dazzling tracks in the sun, and she flew deep into the dense forest without looking back.
She didn't notice at all that Yang Jian behind her had already raised Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in her hand.
Heavenly Eye, whose eyebrows were open, had firmly locked onto her figure, and her fleeing figure was reflected in his golden pupils. No matter how she changed directions, she could not escape Heavenly Eye's pursuit.
"Primordial Spear Art second type--Flying Star."
Yang Jian's voice was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the entire mountain forest.
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly threw the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand.