By the time the Dragon Cat gave its warning, Ye Wushuang had already extended his Divine Soul.
A figure appeared in the sky not far away—a young man in wide, cyan robes. His cold, dark eyes were locked on them, radiating a venomous hatred that promised a gruesome end.
The Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc came to a halt, hovering in the void.
Ye Wushuang recognized him. It was Zong Shuai, the one who had escaped from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
Incredibly, Zong Shuai's Cultivation had now reached the Soul Transformation Level. An aura of Death Qi surrounded him, cloaking him in a grim, evil presence.
"Ye Wushuang, you've finally left King Xiangg City."
Zong Shuai's voice rang out. Unlike before, it now possessed a corpse-like rigidity, a mechanical tone that sent a chill down the spine.
"And what of it?"
Ye Wushuang watched him, puzzled. He was curious why Zong Shuai had such an inhuman, ghoulish appearance.
