Crushed?

Boom!

The aftershock of the exploding Soul Power tore through the forest. Towering ancient trees snapped in half, and a wave of dust, splintered wood, and shattered stone swept outward. Spiderweb cracks covered the ground for a hundred meters around them, the deepest nearly wide enough to swallow a person whole. The sharp smell of crushed vegetation hung in the air, mingled with the scorched odor of Soul Power.

Wu Siduo barely maintained the form of the Hell White Tiger.

The black-and-white Soul Power shrouding her flickered violently, bright one moment and dim the next, like a lamp about to go out. The white tiger's outline was already blurring. The enormous phantom behind her trembled without pause, the edges of its claws crumbling bit by bit. Her breathing came fast and heavy, and every rise of her chest brought a sweet, metallic taste to her throat.

Yang Nianxia had already been knocked out of the fight.

No one had seen exactly how he went flying. They only remembered a dark shape shooting out of the battle and smashing through seven trees in a row. One was a century-old pine. Its thick trunk split down the middle, jagged white splinters stabbing toward the sky. Half of Yang Nianxia's body was buried in the broken stump. The light of his Martial Soul Possession had gone out completely, and his head hung limp. No one knew if he was alive.

Luo Guixing had slipped out of sight at some point.

But only out of Wu Siduo's sight.

Wherever he ran, the unassuming Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet, behind him, and at his sides swayed silently.

A faint golden sheen clung to every blade, like countless eyes greedily tracking each place his feet landed.

Luo Guixing's spatial Soul Skill was exquisite. He used