Broken Edge Drinks Blood · Phoenix Fire Scorches the Plains (6)

Zhang Yao's tentacles began to retract when Li Qiuqiu came within five steps of her.

She felt it.

That almost tangible, bone-chilling killing intent.

She raised her head and met Li Qiuqiu's rouge-colored eyes.

Five steps.

For a power-attack Soul Sage, that distance meant death.

Zhang Yao's Soul Power had already run dry. Her spiritual power was also nearing its limit. The chill at her Soul Power core was frantically backlashing, and she had to grit her teeth just to remain standing.

She looked at the petite yet icy girl before her, at the poised phantom of rouge dragon claws, and genuine fear flashed through her eyes for the first time.

"I surrender..."

"Too late."

Li Qiuqiu's voice was very soft.

Soft as a feather falling upon water.

Soft as a sigh.

Yet the chill contained within that soft murmur was even colder than Li Xuanbing's Ultimate Ice.

The fifth soul ring beneath her feet lit up.

The purple light was not dazzling; it was even somewhat dim—that was proof that she had overdrawn her final reserves and squeezed out the last trace of Soul Power.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Rouge Dragon Breath."

A slender yet incomparably condensed beam of deep rouge light burst from her fingertips!

The beam was as thin as a strand of hair, yet as swift as lightning. It left a faint rouge afterimage in the air, ignored the final soundwave barrier Zhang Yao hastily gathered before herself, ignored that thin water-attribute Soul Power shield, and shot precisely, without the slightest deviation, into Zhang Yao's right hand!

"Pshhk!"

It was the sound of flesh being pierced.

It was the sound of bone being perforated.

It was the sound of meridians being torn apart.

Zhang Yao let out a shrill scream!

Clutching her right hand, she staggered backward,