Feng Ling grew more alarmed the longer they fought.
Every one of her claws carried enough force to tear apart a Titled Douluo, yet this Soul Sage had taken them all,
Though he retreated each time, he did so in an orderly fashion, the spear shaft remaining as steady as a rock.
What unsettled her even more was that the aura around him was visibly growing denser. He was using her as a whetstone!
The tip of the Flame Dragon Armor in Lin Ye's hand grew brighter and brighter, the golden-red flames flowing increasingly smoothly along the shaft.
Every time he blocked, there was a subtle shift from unfamiliarity to proficiency,
From barely managing to withstand the first strike, to calmly handling the tenth, and then, by the twentieth, the spear tip had already begun actively seeking out his opponent's openings.
The Soul Core within his body was operating at high speed. The slightly restless Soul Power caused by its rapid rise was being compressed and tempered with every collision.
Feng Ling grew anxious.
She abruptly retreated several steps to widen the distance, then swiped her right hand across the space before her. A black Soul Ring lit up, and the Soul Power beneath her feet surged even more violently than before.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Plume Blossom Blood Ruyi!"
Dark-red phoenix feathers condensed before her, transforming into dozens of blood-glowing plumes. They interwove in the air into an impenetrable net that swept toward Lin Ye.
Each plume carried an extremely sharp cutting force. Whenever they skimmed the ground, they left behind deep gashes that exposed the bone.
Lin Ye stood where he was as the Soul Rings beneath his feet began to rotate: black, black, red, red, red, red, red.
Two black and five red!
Feng Ling's pupils suddenly contracted, and