The Ink Coffin collided with the Angel Holy Sword. The tremendous soul power within the sword erupted, sending the coffin hurtling backward. Though a single Ink Coffin was not as heavy as eight coffins combined, it still weighed ten thousand jin.
Jiang Hai caught the Ink Coffin's Coffin Cord and steadily arrested its momentum.
With a swing and a turn, without the slightest warning, the Ink Coffin hurtled back toward Ye Guyi in blatant defiance of the laws of force.
Ye Guyi had never expected Jiang Hai to unleash such a powerful attack under these circumstances. The unstoppable force of those coffins in their earlier clashes had already prepared her mentally, and as the Ink Coffin came crashing toward her, she knew all too well how terrifying its force would be.
One overwhelming force could break ten thousand techniques. Once pure strength accumulated to a certain degree, it could move mountains and fill seas. Though Jiang Hai's strength had not reached that point, his physical power, which he had always used to overwhelm others, was no less than a Limit Douluo's.
She lightly tapped her toes against the air, and the two pairs of snow-white wings behind her fluttered, sending her swiftly backward. As she retreated, the light of her soul rings subsided one after another, leaving only her seventh soul ring to flare suddenly.
Seventh Soul Skill, Angel True Body.
The Martial Soul Avatar was Ye Guyi's most powerful soul skill. As she activated her soul ring, brilliant white light burst from her body, enveloping both pairs of wings and the Angel Holy Sword. Ye Guyi resembled a little sun.
Within that sun, the light of her sixth soul ring flared again. The radiance of her Martial Soul Avatar abruptly withdrew, and two illusory wings unfurled behind her.
Six-winged