A Man Like None Other

He immediately stopped, signaling the little fire qilin to conceal its aura. The two, as if blending into their environment, silently crept behind a dense thicket of thorns, peering out through the gaps.

Ahead lay a relatively open hilly valley, where a fierce chase was unfolding.

Five cultivators, dressed in identical black robes with a grotesque, twisted ghost head embroidered in gold thread on their cuffs, seemingly devouring souls, were attacking two people.

The two being attacked had peculiar appearances, not purely human.

The man was extremely burly, nearly ten feet tall, with bulging muscles and faint tiger stripes on his bronze skin.

A clear “king” character mark was prominently displayed on his forehead. He wielded a massive axe, the size of a door, swinging it with ferocious force, exuding the fierce aura of a king of beasts.

The woman, on the other hand, was agile, with wheat-colored skin and a wild beauty in her face. Her eyes were unusually vertical, revealing a sharp and cunning nature.

A long, bushy tail with colorful rings swayed nimbly behind her, and she held a pair of short, gleaming spikes.

They emanated a strong demonic aura, but this aura was not the chaotic violence of uncivilized beasts in the forest. Rather, it was refined and ordered through some kind of cultivation technique, indicating the proficiency of a well-trained beast race!

At this moment, the man and woman were at their last gasp.

The man’s hand was split open, blood staining the axe handle. His body was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, especially a claw mark on his back that almost exposed his internal organs. His breathing was heavy and labored.

The woman was slightly better, but her movements were noticeably slower. Her left shoulder was charred black, clearly injured by some kind of insidious magic. Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth, and her vertical pupils were filled with rage and defiance.

Crystal mine, the next strike will extract your souls and refine them into

Realm. He held a Soul-Summoning Banner shrouded in black mist, its surface displaying countless contorted faces of pain, emitting

shook the banner, emitting a chilling howl, while

the Myriad

man’s eyes blazed with fury, his voice booming like thunder: “The Ten Heavens are vast and boundless, you have your own territory; why do you repeatedly invade my Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, forcibly seizing the Beast Soul Crystal mines upon which my

beast race occupies this precious land yet shows no ambition, you should be the resources for the rise of my Myriad Souls

maliciously, summoning a ghastly green skull

protect the mountain range, I will die a thousand

of cold light, barely managing to block the poisonous fire, but her body was once again shaken and

Thousand Souls

moment he heard those four words, a chilling killing intent rising from the depths of his

and thoughts of temporarily avoiding the limelight were thrown to the winds!

of searching high and low without finding it,

dog, the Soul Devourer, was hiding within the Ten Thousand Souls Demon

seemed to have lost patience, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his

mournful soul howl, grabbing at the head of

David no longer hesitated!