Xuan Zi struck out with both palms, raising wall after wall of earth-yellow Soul Power against the night sky.
Zhang Peng's figure stayed hidden in the roiling black mist, never meeting him head-on. More Beast Souls slipped in from the flanks, clinging like parasites as they tore at gaps in Xuan Zi's defenses.
Ahead of him, Zhongli Wu pressed closer step by step.
Every sweep of his black staff stirred up a wave of icy Death Energy that steadily ate away at Xuan Zi's Soul Power.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar rang out.
Zhongli Wu dragged the enormous Bone Dragon King out of the void by force. Its deathly pale wings spread wide, blotting out the moonlight.
Standing atop the Bone Dragon King's skull, Zhongli Wu bore down on the battlefield.
Xuan Zi's expression changed at the sight of the colossal creature.
After several more clashes, Xuan Zi was forced back.
To protect Tang Ya, he could not let loose and assume his Godly Taotie Bull form.
He could have endured his own injuries, but dragging someone else through a siege this fierce was sheer folly.
If he kept this up, he would have to take blows he could otherwise dodge. Forget breaking out—he might not even keep Tang Ya alive.
Xuan Zi had never been particularly fond of that troublemaking girl.
But he knew exactly how devoted Bei Bei was to her.
The boy was practically possessed.
If the Holy Spirit Cult were Evil Soul Masters in cultivation, Tang Ya was an Evil Soul Master in matters of the heart. Who knew what spell she had cast on Bei Bei?
As long as Tang Ya remained missing, Bei Bei would never be free of that torment.
Mu En grew weaker by the day, yet still had to worry about matters