Wind Cloud Sword Douluo smashed straight through the wall, preparing to flee, but as he leaped into the air, a transparent net unfurled before him, reducing his falling speed to a tenth. He had all but stopped moving forward.
Alarm surged through Feng Jian's heart. He hastily burned a mouthful of blood essence, trying to accelerate his escape. His speed did increase considerably, but Kaldalis had already caught up.
The immensely heavy power armor stomped directly onto Feng Jian, sending him crashing to the ground like a cannonball. Though he was in an utterly sorry state, Feng Jian seized the opportunity to flee for his life.
But how could Kaldalis possibly let him escape?
Charge activated, and Kaldalis instantly became a blur, slamming straight into the fleeing Feng Jian.
The two fell onto the street. Looking at this steel man who had suddenly appeared, Feng Jian felt a chill of fear, but he still drew his martial soul, the Wind Cloud Sword, and prepared to fight back.
Yet before he could unleash a soul skill, a flash of light swept past, and the hand holding his Wind Cloud Sword was severed outright.
"Aah!" Feng Jian screamed. Then he suddenly realized that they meant to capture him alive.
What would happen if he fell into their hands?
A group of Titled Douluo would take turns interrogating him. The cruelty he would endure would surely be unlike anything he had ever experienced.
And if he divulged this matter, never mind whether they would grant him a quick death-at the very least, Spirit Hall would certainly not spare his sect.
At that thought, Feng Jian steeled his heart and prepared to self-destruct.
A Titled Douluo's self-destruction was undoubtedly terrifying. Compared with that earlier devastating strike, this explosion would even be enough to wipe