Yan Song raised his head, feeling weak all over from the effects of the Soul Suppressing Powder. As he watched the black storm approaching, his pupils shrank, and his stomach churned—not from nausea, but from pure fear.
"Help…" he had just squeezed out half a word when suddenly a black-robed figure, the Tier Six Soul Master who had been silently standing by his side, stood up.
"Soul Impact!"
The black-robed man thrusts forward with both palms, his eyes bursting with gray-black light. A visible wave of spiritual impact surged towards the silver-winged demon overhead, as if countless trapped souls wailed in the air.
The dive of the silver-winged demon paused for just a moment, like a meteor brushing against a speck of dust in the atmosphere. Its eerily green vertical pupils slightly contracted, and the demonic qi around it formed an automatic barrier, triggering massive ripples upon impact with the spirit shockwave.
