Watching Mo Lin, whom he had sent flying into the air, Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his cavernous maw. Vast Soul Power gathered in his mouth as his eighth soul ring lit up—one of the few long-range soul skills Golden Crocodile Douluo possessed.
Watching Golden Crocodile Douluo's movements below, countless options flashed through Mo Lin's mind. Whether using "Eight Gates Transport" to evade or deploying the Bloodsoaked Bulwark again to defend would have been good choices. However, after sensing the changes within the Qimen Formation, Mo Lin made his decision.
Golden Crocodile Douluo unleashed his soul skill, firing it from his mouth like a laser cannon. Mo Lin chose to do nothing.
Mo Lin simply watched Golden Crocodile Douluo's attack rush toward him, as though he had given up thinking and was waiting to die.
"Stop!"
As a man's voice reached the ears of Mo Lin and Golden Crocodile Douluo, a massive golden sword formed from light flew before Mo Lin and blocked Golden Crocodile Douluo's attack.
After landing, Mo Lin and Golden Crocodile Douluo both looked toward the source of the voice. A Soul Master with six wings on his back hovered in the air. Other than Qian Daoliu, what other male Soul Master could possess such characteristics?
Qian Daoliu looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo, shook his head, and said, "Second, you saw the state I was in yesterday. Why are you still causing trouble for me? Go back for now. I'll handle things here."
Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Qian Daoliu in the air. Since he was still in his Martial Soul Avatar state, his expression could not be seen, but his heart was filled with surprise. He had indeed seen Qian Daoliu in that somewhat "lost and despondent" state yesterday. He had not expected Qian Daoliu to recover