"Die!" Ye Haochuan repeated his old trick, rapidly wielding the Divine Concealment Sword enveloped by the White Spirit Moxa Flame. A few Nascent Soul Early Stage souls were somewhat fearful, not daring to advance.
Yet, the Nascent Soul Mid-Stage soul showed no fear, grabbing the Divine Concealment Sword with one hand, using the other to strike at Ye Haochuan.
Damn, is the level of the White Spirit Moxa Flame still too low?
Ye Haochuan's heart chilled slightly.
The flame was his only means to counter souls at the moment, and though the White Spirit Moxa Flame, empowered by the Divine Concealment Sword, saw an increase in power, it still posed no threat against the Nascent Soul Mid-Stage.
As he racked his brain for a strategy to defeat the enemy, a feeling as if his soul was about to be torn apart suddenly made him break out in a cold sweat.
Damn it, how can it already possess such might when it hasn't even struck yet?
Ye Haochuan's face was one of astonishment.
