Whoosh!

A black shadow flashed past, and the short-haired middle-aged man floated to the side of Zhao Feng.

"Haha, boy, please don't show mercy!"

The short-haired middle-aged man smiled sadly.

He could tell that Zhao Feng had just broken through to the eighth level, and the blood in his body seemed to be very weak, so he was not worried at all.

"Hunyuan Divine Fist!"

Zhao Feng activated his Hunyuan divine power and launched a tentative attack.

He has never been in contact with the ancient soul race among the ancient races, but he knows that the top races cannot be underestimated.

"Is divine power so powerful?"

The short-haired middle-aged man had a strange look on his face, and then he smiled: "But, it's too slow!"

Whoosh!

His body transformed into a wave of dark light, dodging Zhao Feng's punch.

"It's my turn!"

The short-haired middle-aged man suddenly appeared and struck out a dark palm of light.

The light palm exuded a powerful soul aura, and there was a lifelike dark little snake in the palm, twisting slowly and spitting out snake messages.

"Soul attack!"

Zhao Feng's left eye focused, analyzing the opponent's attack.

That palm is a soul attack, with both power and speed.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng dodged and avoided the opponent's attack.

"The space flickers...but what's the use?"

The short-haired middle-aged man looked slightly startled, and then showed an evil smile.

I saw that the dark palm of light that missed the attack turned around and continued to attack Zhao Feng's position.

"It's really weird!"

Zhao Feng's face darkened slightly.

Zhao Feng couldn't analyze the snake shadow in the opponent's palm just now, so there must be something fishy about it.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng's figure continued to flicker, dodging the faint black light palm.

However, the dark palm of light seemed to have spirituality and kept pursuing him.

More importantly, Zhao Feng discovered that the short-haired middle-aged man did not control this soul attack very well.

"Zhao Feng, this is a special method of the Ancient Soul Clan. The snake shadow is their cultivated 'soul beast', which is equivalent to the beast tamer's spiritual pet..."

At this moment, Ancient God Ningyue, who was fighting Ancient God Youya on the other side, immediately reminded him.

"Is that so?"

Zhao Feng looked surprised.

No wonder this dark palm light seems to have spirituality, it has been following him closely, and its power has not weakened at all. It is actually a soul beast cultivated by a special cultivation method.

For the ancient soul tribe, the soul beast is their spiritual pet, but it is easier to control and can be integrated into soul attacks.

Meow meow!

At this moment, the little thieving cat jumped out of the storage space.

"Then let's see whose spiritual pet is more powerful!"

Zhao Feng suddenly smiled.

Since the little thief cat ran out on its own initiative, it naturally wanted to play. I believe that the little thief cat also has a way to deal with the ancient soul clan.

"Hmph, can any wild cat be compared to my spirit beast?"

The short-haired middle-aged man snorted coldly, a little angry.

He pinched the magic formula, and dark light waves surged all over his body.

At the same time, the small snake in the dark light palm gradually increased in size, flew out of the dark light palm, and swallowed it.

Hiss!

The enlarged dark light snake, which was close to a small house in size, was ferocious and terrifying. It pounced towards Zhao Feng, as if it wanted to devour his soul.

Meow meow!

The little thief cat immediately stretched out the double gates. After the silver light and runes flashed, a white cat shadow flew out.

The body of the silver cat gradually grew larger, even bigger than the dark light snake.

Poof!

The silver cat pounced directly on the Dark Light Snake, leaving several deep scratches on its body while biting it crazily.

"That's...how do you know the secret skill of the Ancient Soul Clan's bloodline, 'Soul-Eating Strike'!"

The short-haired middle-aged man suddenly screamed.

The attack that the little thieving cat just performed was the extremely advanced bloodline secret skill of the Ancient Soul Clan, the "Soul Devouring Strike". Once it is used, the soul beast will briefly condense and devour the opponent's soul crazily.

"No, my shadow snake!"

At this moment, the short-haired middle-aged man realized that his soul beast was about to perish.

"You will die before he does!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded next to the short-haired middle-aged man.

"not good!"

The middle-aged man with short hair suddenly changes his complexion.

"Thunder Tribulation Eye Flame!"

As soon as Zhao Feng finished speaking, the short-haired middle-aged soul was ignited by a ball of thunder and lightning flames.

Boom! Boom!

Countless lightning filaments, exuding an astonishing aura of destruction, were bombarding his body.

"what happened?"

Ancient God Youya noticed something unusual on the other side, his consciousness suddenly changed, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Zhao Feng actually has the advantage!"

Ancient God Poyue looked at the situation on Zhao Feng's side and was shocked.
Chapter completed!