"Perfect timing!"
Mo Xie pushed his perception to its limit and immediately located the Mist Ghost Commander's hiding place. A savage, arrogant grin spread across his face.
The fierce tiger soul shadow behind him paused, then suddenly draped itself over him. Two tiger claws gripped his shoulders as the soul shadow transformed into a cloak.
As the cloak settled over Mo Xie's back, an intense shadow aura erupted. A mass of unidentified black substance wrapped around his arm, forming a sharp scythe.
The scythe had no handle, however, only a long, razor-sharp blade extending from his arm and gleaming with a cold edge.
His eyes locked on one direction. The demonic wings on his back stirred, and Mo Xie shot forward, viciously swinging the scythe extending from his arm.
Clang!
The scythe stopped in midair. Though it had seemingly struck nothing, a crisp metallic clash rang out, accompanied by a shower of sparks.
A moment later, the space before him seemed to distort, revealing an enormous figure—the Mist Ghost Commander!
It held its sharp, ghostly scythe against Mo Xie's shadow scythe. Its thick death aura made the mind falter, as though plunging into an endless hell.
With a thought from Mo Xie, the black cloak draped over his back billowed and suddenly took on a devil's form. The corners resting on his shoulders twitched, transforming into a pair of demonic hands that reached for the Mist Ghost Commander.
Those demonic claws seized the Mist Ghost Commander. Mo Xie took the opportunity to redirect his scythe and slash at its chest.
Swish!
A cold gleam flashed, and a distinct bloody gash appeared across the Mist Ghost Commander's chest. Scarlet blood streamed down.
Feeling the pain in its chest, it showed a trace of astonishment. For a moment, it had actually been