Standing atop the dam, Lu Yu activated his Spirit Eyes and soon spotted an Evil Soul Master preparing to leave the ball.
Though they were extremely far apart, the Spiritual Power mark left by his Nightmare Soul Skill made the man stand out to Lu Yu like Ultraman's human host in an alien's eyes.
"Only a Soul Ancestor? Oh well, even a mosquito's leg is meat."
He casually picked a Hundred-Year Soul Ring from his ring stockpile and fired it. The next instant, the Evil Soul Master, who had been happily hurrying toward the extraction point in anticipation of tonight's feast, had his head burst apart, turning him into Louis XVI. Only a small, unfathomably deep hole in the ground proved that he had just been attacked.
From deep underground, a pitch-black strand of Blue Silver Grass extended and pierced his corpse. Holy power spread from the grass, purifying the body.
Immediately afterward, pure soul power devoid of any negative effects was drawn from the corpse into the roots of the Blue Silver Grass and transmitted all the way to Lu Yu atop the distant dam.
Feeling his soul power level gradually approach level 52, Lu Yu smiled.
"Prison Blue, we really are the best partners."
Arrange a fight rather than stumble into one; ambush people rather than fight them head-on. Those were Lu Yu's rules for PvP in the wild.
He would play it safe and fire just fifteen shots.
Although he had forty rounds of ammunition in total, Lu Yu knew that the Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Masters were far more advanced than Shrek's. Almost everyone carried soul tools. Killing one or two was fine, but killing over a dozen would definitely get him noticed.
Under the ambusher's code, he had to remember never to fight an