The black skeleton before Huo Yuhao had shattered with a crash, reduced to fragments by the Corrosive Decomposition Cannon. The cannon's blast was about to strike Huo Yuhao himself.
Yet just then, Huo Yuhao looked up, and Number Ninety-Eight caught a glimpse of the deathly gray in his eyes.
Standing on the Competition Platform, Number Ninety-Eight felt the change in Huo Yuhao's aura more keenly than anyone. It was a suffocating sensation, as though someone had clamped a hand around his throat.
The immense pressure and icy, deathly aura left him struggling to breathe. He could only increase his soul power output, hoping his Corrosive Decomposition Cannon would kill Huo Yuhao outright.
To that end, two soul rings that amplified his soul power had already lit up in succession. Only then had he been able to shatter the black skeleton in a single blast.
"Good. You've done an excellent job. Once I kill this brat, his body will be yours." Huo Yuhao put away the black skeleton's cluster of soul fire and looked at Number Ninety-Eight before him.
Huo Yuhao raised his right hand and pressed lightly against the empty air, an incantation sounding from his lips.
A pitch-black door appeared out of thin air before Huo Yuhao without warning. The blast from the Corrosive Decomposition Cannon, already a hair's breadth away, shot straight into it.
The door appeared to be no more than a thin layer, yet the cannon's blast vanished into it like a clay ox sinking into the sea, without so much as a ripple.
Immediately afterward, a piercing howl rang out from within the door. Huo Yuhao flicked his right hand, and the door landed on the ground several meters in front of him.
The instant it stood upright, a gray figure lunged out like lightning,