Liu Yirong had not given up. She knew this was the decisive moment. Closing her eyes tightly, she concentrated all the Soul Power in her body.
"Eighth Soul Skill-Divine Needle Dawnbreaker!"
With a gentle flick of her finger, a murderous aura instantly filled the air.
The air around Liu Yirong froze, and time itself seemed to slow.
Soul Power gathered at the tip of her right index finger. A speck of light appeared, rapidly growing more intense.
Dazzling light burst from her finger like a meteor streaking across the night sky, piercing the shackles of ice crystals.
That light contained all of Liu Yirong's Soul Power. Carrying tremendous force and scorching heat, it shot straight toward the heart of Yan Shenglong, the Soul Douluo with the Dark Demon Dragon Martial Soul.
The light spread as it flew, becoming a gigantic sword of light that radiated a chilling sharpness.
Yan Shenglong sensed the ferocity of the attack, and a flicker of terror crossed his eyes. The power contained in that light far exceeded his imagination; blocking it would be no easy feat.
He hurriedly conjured a Soul Power shield to meet the sudden attack.
Yet Liu Yirong's Divine Needle Dawnbreaker was so fast that the naked eye could barely track it.
A thunderous boom rang out as the light collided with his dark Soul Power.
Although Yan Shenglong successfully blocked part of Divine Needle Dawnbreaker's power, some of the light still broke through his defenses and slammed into his chest.
The force drove Yan Shenglong back more than ten steps, and threads of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Though the injury was not fatal, the strike had still shaken him considerably.
Delighted at the sight, Liu Yirong rushed forward, preparing to launch an even deadlier attack.
Though a