Buzz!
A savage yet pure surge of life energy poured into Zhu Wuneng's body without the slightest resistance.
His soul power, originally at level 52, shot upward like a rocket injected with fuel, the numbers leaping wildly in the depths of his soul.
Fifty-three, fifty-five... it soared all the way to the peak threshold of level 59, where it finally stopped dead. He stood just one step away from Soul Emperor, a mighty aura spilling from his body.
That he could instantly unleash seven levels of latent potential while still a Soul King spoke volumes about Zhu Wuneng's talent.
The rush of strength brought on by his surging soul power made Zhu Wuneng's hair and beard bristle.
A fierce gleam flashed through his eyes. Without pausing, the instant that power reached its peak, he drove the Nine-Toothed Rake in his hands toward Lei Tian, its prongs gleaming with a cold, heavy black light.
His glossy black fifth soul ring burst open.
"Fifth soul skill: Three Thousand Weak Waters!"
Buzz-
A deep-blue magic formation bloomed beneath the rake. Water in the channels surged upward against its flow, becoming a viscous sea of mercury-blue mist that swept toward the five Elephant Armor fighters.
Huyan Wei had just raised his leg to charge when his body abruptly sank, and cracks spread like a spiderweb through the ground beneath his feet.
More terrifying still, countless deep-blue droplets crawled onto his bronze skin like living creatures, gripping his joints like a thousand icy hands.
"Aaargh!" he roared, trying to blast the droplets away with his soul power. Every step felt like a struggle through a deep, waterlogged mire, while waves of dull pain pulsed through his organs.
Nothing remained in his vision but distorted deep blue, accompanied by the ever-louder roar of rushing rivers in