Seeing that Tang Wulin would not answer, Yang Xiao boredly curled his lip.
"Don't want to answer? Fine. Once I catch you, I'll have plenty of ways to make you talk."
As he spoke, his hands moved rapidly, and countless streaks of silver light identical to the earlier ones shot toward Tang Wulin.
But unlike before, these streaks of silver light were threadlike. Tang Wulin did not choose to take them head-on. While dodging some of the silver light, he summoned the Bluesilver Emperor to block the rest.
The result left Tang Wulin alarmed.
The instant the Bluesilver Emperor came into contact with those threadlike streaks of silver light, it was shredded to pieces without the slightest ability to resist, and the threads continued toward him.
Even more terrifyingly, as Yang Xiao's movements grew larger, the threads surrounding Tang Wulin began to multiply rapidly, increasing from dozens to hundreds.
Silver threads danced across the sky, making Tang Wulin's evasions increasingly difficult.
This couldn't go on. Tang Wulin quickly came to that conclusion.
What he excelled at was close-quarters combat, yet the countless threads had completely blocked off every path to Yang Xiao. If Tang Wulin wanted to close in, he would inevitably have to endure numerous attacks.
The abilities of Evil Soul Masters' Martial Souls usually carried an air of evil. The incident with the Death Messenger had already shown the price of underestimating such people. Before figuring out exactly what these threads could do, Tang Wulin did not dare take them head-on.
That left only one option.
A brilliant green light suddenly burst from Tang Wulin's entire body. The green-gold radiance illuminated the whole forest, making Yang Xiao instinctively narrow his eyes.
"Mm, what is this brat trying to—"
Yang Xiao's words caught in his throat before he could