Kane

An Chen looked toward where the paint had flown from.

A man in a suit appeared there, holding a palette in one hand and an oil painting brush in the other. It was Kane Ye, the club's vice president.

Three Soul Rings floated around Kane Ye, while the paint in his hand glimmered faintly. That was likely his Wuhun.

As the club's vice president, Kane Ye should have had that painting on him as well.

An Chen watched Kane Ye from afar.

Seeing An Chen looking over, Kane Ye took an oil painting from his Storage Soul Tool and placed it on the ground. Before long, a light-gray bird flew out of the painting.

When the bird first emerged, its body, composed of brushstrokes, gradually became real until it transformed into a genuine bird.

A Wind-Crest Falcon, a wind-attributed Soul Beast.

Then, an invisible barrier appeared beside Kane Ye, identical to the one An Chen had seen in midair that night.

The Wind-Crest Falcon did not fly toward An Chen. Instead, it landed atop the Black Fog and flapped its wings, stirring up a fierce gale. More than half the Black Fog below was instantly blown away, revealing the Thunder Saint Tiger within.

Seeing this, An Chen stopped probing. His Second Soul Ring lit up, detonating several marks on the Thunder Saint Tiger's body as he simultaneously activated his Third Soul Skill, Shadow Tomb.

Several wounds instantly appeared on the golden tiger's body, and its originally violent lightning weakened somewhat. The shadows beneath its feet came alive at once, dozens of hands extending from them to seize all four tiger paws and its tail, trying to drag it into the shadows.

From afar, Kane Ye snorted coldly. One of his Soul Rings lit up, and the brush in his right