The Wolf King smirked. "Wan Chou has gone berserk. He's probably about to unleash his Battle Soul."
Qin Feiyang replied, "Once he does, find an opportunity to strip it from him."
"As if you need to tell me?" The Wolf King rolled his eyes sarcastically.
In this Nine States war, with Wan Chou's strength, he could be considered a peak expert. If his Battle Soul were stripped away, then even as a Three Star War Ancestor possessing perfect support war skills, he wouldn't be a threat.
BOOM!
With a wave of Wan Chou's hand, a torrent of blood-red light surged upwards like a逆流, coalescing above his head into a Sea of Blood that emanated an overwhelming Evil Qi!
"What kind of Battle Soul is this?" the Wolf King exclaimed in surprise.
Apart from the Sea of Blood, there was nothing else. Could Wan Chou's Battle Soul simply be this Sea of Blood?
Fatty said, "That's not his Battle Soul; it's one of his war skills."
ROAR!
