Seeing Ning Rongrong willingly withdraw her awareness of the outside world like a little hedgehog, Tang Mo curled his lips, and his hands could not help moving a little faster.
As the first Three-Ring Soul Elder fell, the other marauders instinctively activated their martial souls to save themselves. Yet no matter what martial souls attached themselves to their bodies, or how wildly their white, yellow, and purple soul rings flashed, they could not escape death.
Two Three-Ring Soul Elders whose martial souls were a village dog and a gray wolf were instantly cut in half at the waist. They did not feel the agonizing pain immediately; instead, only when they tried to unleash their soul skills did they discover, to their horror, that the soul rings beneath their feet had vanished at some point.
"Aaaah..."
The next instant, agony struck. Their severed bodies parted to either side, their upper halves sliding to the ground. The last thing they saw before dying was their own corpses, missing their upper bodies.
With two companions slain in succession, and in such a horrifying manner, the remaining Soul Elders' legs shook violently. They dared neither retreat nor advance.
Seeing this, Tang Mo took the initiative and walked toward them, the Dark Gold Dreadclaw in his hand gleaming with a soul-shaking dark gold light.
"Fourth soul skill: Fish Scale Armor!"
"Fourth soul skill: Tortoise Shell Bodyguard!"
"Fourth soul skill: Shark Surrounding Shield!"
Realizing that the Three-Ring Soul Elders had all but had their courage shattered, the Five-Ring Soul King leading them understood that if this continued, their unity would crumble.
Once their unity crumbled, they could only tread the road to destruction, picked off one by one.
Seeing that his subordinates were about to scatter like birds and beasts, he made up his mind: no