Boom!
High above, divine light bursts forth.
A dozen Battle Souls roar into action.
Amidst the clang, clang, clang of massive noise, the spear shatters, the divine statues crumble, and Luk Zheng is blown away, blood pouring from his mouth.
His face is completely pale.
But of those dozen Battle Souls, only one remains.
This Battle Soul shakes the sky, roaring towards Luk Zheng.
Watching this, Qin Feiyang shakes his head.
The Fire Phoenix Art's strength is undeniable, but Luk Zheng's cultivation is ultimately too weak.
"Quick!"
At the same time.
Fatty shouts.
The two men and the beast rapidly carve a bloody path, positioning themselves in front of Luk Zheng, battle intent surging, transforming into a massive wave as it charges towards the Battle Soul.
Luk Zheng's face changes dramatically, shouting, "You are not its match, get out of the way!"
But it's too late.
As the Battle Soul howls and approaches, the gigantic wave is instantly obliterated!
