Level Seventy-Eight

The Soul Douluo in the tunnel wore a gray robe.

His face was gaunt, skin stretched tight over bone, but his eyes shone bright red. After Martial Soul Possession, two fleshless bone wings spread from his back. Their tips scraped the walls, leaving deep gouges.

An eighty-third-level Evil Soul Master. His Martial Soul was the Soul-Devouring Bone Bat.

A black-and-red Crystal Core the size of a fist lay at his feet. Hundreds of threads of mental energy extended from it, passed through the rock, and connected to the Soul Fighting Arena above.

"You destroyed the Blood Market's Gate." The Bone Bat Soul Douluo stared at Bai Jin. "Then you left so many people for me to harvest. Young men do tend to get cocky."

Bai Jin glanced at the Crystal Core.

"You got two things wrong."

"Oh?"

"First, the Gate was ugly, so I tore it down while I was there."

He raised a second finger.

"Second, the people above are my students and my audience. Every scrap of soul power you harvested from them is going back."

The Bone Bat Soul Douluo laughed.

His Seventh Soul Ring lit up. His gaunt body swelled rapidly, transforming into a giant skeletal bat over ten meters long. As its bone wings spread, the entire underground chamber shook.

"Let's see if you can make me!"

A shriek tore toward Bai Jin.

A Spiritual Shock rode within the sound, building as it bounced between the stone walls. If that force reached the surface, the nearest spectators would collapse on the spot.

Bai Jin raised his right hand.

Unlimited Void unfolded.

An invisible boundary spread beneath the underground dome. Every upward tremor stopped within an inch. The shriek still thundered through the tunnel, but the cheers above went undisturbed.

The Bone Bat Soul Douluo's eyes