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.

the next

Celestial Immortal Realm. He held a Soul-Summoning Banner shrouded in black mist, its surface displaying countless contorted

shook the banner, emitting a chilling howl,

the Myriad Souls Demon Sect!

own territory; why do you repeatedly invade my Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, forcibly seizing the Beast Soul Crystal mines upon which my race depends for survival? Such actions

yet shows no ambition, you should be the resources

skull that spewed highly corrosive, poisonous fire towards

the mountain range, I will die a thousand

crossing, unleashing two intersecting beams of cold light, barely managing to block the poisonous fire, but her body

Souls Demon

the shadows, David’s eyes sharpened like a hawk the moment he heard those four words, a

of temporarily avoiding the limelight were thrown

high and low without finding

hiding within the Ten Thousand

leader seemed to have lost patience, the Ten Thousand Souls

gigantic ghostly claw, carrying a mournful soul howl, grabbing at the

David no longer hesitated!