Ha Luosa trembled all over, bracing both hands against the ground before he could barely struggle up from the rubble.
His sinister face was covered in cold sweat and blood, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty. He had never imagined Tang Wulin could possess such terrifying strength! According to his intelligence, Tang Wulin had reached his peak during the Youth Soul Master Tournament held in the Star Luo Empire, when he had barely attained the Soul Douluo level. More recent reports sent back to the Holy Spirit Cult even claimed that Tang Wulin's mind had regressed, that he could hardly take a step without Gu Yue, and that he had become a weakling who needed protection.
But was this man before him, radiating terrifying pressure and gravely injuring him with a single move, truly the Tang Wulin described in those reports? Who could have imagined that intelligence the Holy Spirit Cult had painstakingly gathered would be so wildly wrong?
Just as Ha Luosa's mind reeled and his aura faltered, Gu Yue moved.
She raised her right hand expressionlessly, pointing her slender fingertips straight at Ha Luosa. In an instant, the already abundant water element within the warehouse surged wildly, as though answering an emperor's summons, then condensed under extreme cold into countless razor-sharp ice spikes.
"Go."
Gu Yue parted her red lips and uttered a single icy word.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Ice spikes blotted out the sky, hurtling forth like a storm of pear blossoms, carrying bone-piercing cold and the resolve to kill as they stabbed viciously toward the grievously wounded Ha Luosa!
Ha Luosa's pupils contracted, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him. He forced out a surge of his remaining soul power, black mist spreading around him as he tried to form a Netherworld Shield. Yet