"Big Mouth, goodbye."
Resolved to meet his death, the Fly King sprawled across the Abyssal Maw's cocoon.
He drove every scrap of soul power he could muster to its limit and blasted it into the cocoon.
The cocoon immediately began to writhe.
It seemed to be struggling in agony.
"Eee!"
At the same time, the surrounding manure pools churned like a sea in a storm, barring Qin Ming and Tang San's advance.
"Could he be trying to force a breakthrough?"
Qin Ming unleashed a soul skill, sending flames surging out like ocean waves to hold back the filth crashing toward them.
The Fly King was now a Level 90 Quasi-Titled Douluo. He needed only one more soul ring to break through.
Perhaps he intended to use that advancement to restore himself and shed the aftereffects of his Martial Soul Avatar.
But could it really be that simple?
"No. However closely the soul beast inside that cocoon shares the Fly King's heart and body, absorption still takes time."
Tang San directed his blue silver grass to erect a wall behind him, keeping the sea of filth from interfering with Li Ke's work farther back.
By his calculations, the storm of filth the Fly King had raised would end after ten seconds. Three seconds remained.
There was no way he could absorb a soul ring in that little time.
Yet a sense of foreboding lingered in Tang San's heart.
Even when he unleashed Blue Silver Boundless Sword into the tide of filth, it was like sending a clay ox into the sea. He could sense nothing.
When he released his spiritual power, the energy fluctuations beyond the tide interfered with it as well.
Just what was brewing back there?
One! Two! Three!
The sea of filth subsided, just as Tang San had