The roar was deep and powerful, carrying the commanding presence of the king of beasts. It erupted at the city gate, leaving everyone's ears ringing.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Storm Nebula Rift!"
The booming voice rang through the sky. A blood-red storm surged up and flashed in front of Xue Beng, blocking the black-robed man's killing blow.
The instant the two forces collided, a visible shock wave swept outward, whipping up every loose stone and cloud of dust nearby.
It slammed into the city wall, snapping the White Tiger imperial banner so violently that its pole nearly broke.
The moment Dai Zhenshan appeared, a dreadful premonition struck Xue Qinghe.
Looking past Dai Zhenshan and the black-robed man, he saw the knowing smile on Dai Mobai's lips.
Cold sweat broke out across his back, soaking through his undershirt.
"No! It's a trap! She Long, this trap is for you! Abort the plan! Retreat! Now!"
Xue Qinghe's urgent voice, carried by Soul Power, rang in the mind of She Long beneath the black robe.
It was sharp and hurried, edged with panic that nearly broke his composure.
Almost by reflex, She Long released the long weapon Dai Zhenshan had seized and sprang back.
He stamped hard on the ground and shot backward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
His black robe snapped in the wind, exposing the grim face beneath it.
His snake-like eyes gleamed with fury and bitter frustration.
"You escaped by luck that day. You won't be so lucky today."
Dai Zhenshan's slit-pupiled, blood-red eyes fixed on the face hidden beneath the black robe, and a cold smile curled his lips.
Tall as an iron tower, he stood like an impassable barrier.
His blood-red pupils shone strangely in the sunlight, like twin flames of burning blood.
Before he had finished