He also possessed six soul rings—but his were two yellow and four purple. He understood all too clearly how vast the gap was between himself and a Soul Emperor with black rings.
The nine swords arranged themselves into a rotating wheel of death and spun toward him without mercy.
Alfred's fury had stripped him of restraint.
Oswin didn't even have time to explain. He summoned his martial soul instantly. Massive wings unfurled behind him, majestic and radiant. He raised his hands, calling down a blazing sphere of lightning and light to meet the incoming swords.
Bang!
The difference was immediate.
The lightning sphere shattered, while the icy swords continued forward unimpeded, reaching him in the blink of an eye.
Oswin roared and activated his fifth soul skill. A thunderous lightning bird burst forth to intercept the spinning wheel.
His Thunder Peng martial soul was powerful—undeniably so.
But his opponent was Alfred.
Alfred of the frozen heavens.
And Alfred was enraged.
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