Ling Yuan Douluo flew more than a hundred kilometers in one breath while in her Martial Soul Avatar form before finally stopping. She collapsed on an open patch of ground, utterly exhausted.
Thanks to Ye Qingti's treatment, Qian Daoliu had recovered from the injuries he had sustained fighting Mo Daolin. He still looked rather bedraggled, though, mainly because his Soul Power had yet to recover.
"Big brother, do you think A Yi might be in danger?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked, his face full of worry.
"No. Who knows how many times greater A Yi's Soul Power reserves are than ours? Even if he's one Soul Ring short and can't unleash the full power of his Soul Skills, that Evil Soul Master won't be able to withstand a battle of attrition against him," Qian Daoliu said, shaking his head.
Dugu Bo and his son Dugu Sheng sat nearby, neither of them recovered yet. They stared blankly in the direction from which they had flown. Dugu Feng was dead. They had never imagined it could happen, and they could not accept it.
"Family Head Ye, I'm so sorry. I couldn't save your family member." Ling Yuan Douluo's weak voice was full of remorse.
"It's all right. No one wanted to encounter an Evil Soul Master," Ye Qingti said with a sigh.
"Big brother, there's a black speck in the sky coming this way fast. Could it be A Yi coming to pick us up..." Golden Crocodile Douluo pointed at the rapidly approaching speck as it grew larger, but Qian Daoliu cut him off. "It's that Evil Soul Master, not A Yi."
Qian Daoliu released his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Watching the Bone Eagle fly toward them at tremendous speed, he stood with his light sword in hand, his face grave as he