Wang Dong stared blankly at the golden trench before her, the shock in her heart beyond words.
"Th-this... you did this?" Wang Dong's gaze was unfocused. She could not believe the terrifying destructive power of that strike.
"No, not me." Huo Yuhao chuckled. "Us."
Wang Dong's expression turned strange. She felt as though she had done nothing except have her soul power drained dry for nothing. It might have been a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but it hardly seemed to have anything to do with her.
Still, she could not contain her excitement and reached out to touch that stretch of gold.
Just as she was about to touch the golden light, Huo Yuhao grabbed her and pulled her back.
Huo Yuhao warned her, "Don't touch it. There's still some power left."
But he had been a little too slow. Wang Dong's fingertips had already brushed it. Her gaze instantly blurred, and an invisible lash seemed to strike her brain, knocking her to the ground.
Only after a long while did Wang Dong recover from the shock, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Th-that's way too powerful! That was only what it left behind. How terrifying would a direct hit be?"
"If it's already this powerful now, what will it evolve into once our cultivation improves?"
While Wang Dong let her imagination run wild, Huo Yuhao asked, "Do you have any strength left?"
Wang Dong said, "Every last drop of my soul power vanished in that instant. If you hadn't sent some back to me, I probably wouldn't even be able to stand right now."
"That's good, then." Sensing that his own soul power was nearly depleted as well, Huo Yuhao said, "Looks like this Martial Soul Fusion Skill consumes quite a lot. I won't use it unless I absolutely have to."