Clouds followed dragons; wind followed tigers.
Tigers were already incredibly fast, and a mutated tiger with wings growing from its ribs was even faster. The instant Yang Dong darted away, Dai Zong appeared behind him.
"I thought the Wind Sword Sect's people would be impressive. Turns out you're just a coward who knows how to run."
Dai Zong sneered.
At the same time, the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave shot from his mouth once more, while his enormous tiger paw swept horizontally down at Yang Dong's path.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Afterimage."
The fifth Soul Ring on the Ghost Hand gave a soft hum, and Yang Dong was enveloped in darkness. Five-Stage Slash cut out diagonally, forcibly changing the direction of his escape.
Yang Dong knew what he had to do now. Only by constantly moving did he have even a sliver of hope. If they truly fought, he believed he could utterly crush the big brute behind him.
But there was no point. When he had just used his sword technique, he had glanced back and seen Qian Xunji speeding toward him.
"A Self-Created Soul Skill?"
Dai Zong froze for a moment. Yang Dong's Soul Rings had not flashed at all just now, which meant the move that had escaped his attack could only have been a Self-Created Soul Skill.
Let's see how many Self-Created Soul Skills you have!
Dai Zong muttered inwardly and gave chase again.
But this pursuit left him shocked. In less than three minutes, Yang Dong had already used three different Self-Created Soul Skills.
"I cannot let you live!"
Dai Zong's eyes became calm, but the killing intent in his heart toward Yang Dong had reached its peak.
Self-Created Soul Skills had always been considered a waste of time in the Soul Master world. Rather than