He watched the Evil Soul Master fall at the sound.
"Four left..." Yue Ling turned around, murmuring under his breath.
One Soul King, one Soul Ancestor, and two Soul Elders.
He could not kill the strong ones quickly, so he would pick off the weak ones first!
After using his fourth Soul Skill, killing enemies with his enhanced base speed was far more efficient than controlling the chrysanthemum blades.
If they reacted quickly, he might waste this opportunity for nothing.
After all, mind control did not last forever. Against Evil Soul Masters with stronger mental power, this move would not work so well.
On the battlefield, Yue Ling looked at the other enemies affected by the mental tremor. Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed off hard and darted up to an Evil Soul Master at the Soul Elder level, who was writhing in pain on the ground.
He decisively raised the curved blade in his hand and brought it down.
At the same time, the mental tremor's effects on the four Evil Soul Masters wore off, and they were rapidly recovering.
"Oh, fuck...!" A startled cry came from below.
The Evil Soul Master lying on the ground stared up at the sharp blade with wide, round eyes, instinctively ducking his head and shifting sideways.
Bang.
The blade struck the ground hard, sending up a cloud of dust.
Yue Ling froze for a moment, then gave him a long look.
"You're really lucky..."
The Evil Soul Master's eyes widened. He said nothing, lying motionless on the ground in a daze.
He seemed to be recovering from his brush with death.
Thump, thump, thump.
His heartbeat thundered like a drum.
That mortal danger came in almost an instant. So close. I was so close to dying!
*No, I want to live. I