"Old Hall Master, I can feel your Power of the Divine Soul weakening," Chen Che boomed with laughter. "How much longer can you last?"
"You seem to have forgotten something!"
"What?"
"I am a Beast Master!"
Wen Yangxi's four giant pupils swiveled, a mocking glint appearing in them all at once.
"And what Beast Masters excel at is borrowing power from Demon Beasts—even from beasts that aren't their own, or ones that are already dead... Besides, I've been waiting for my magic to be completed. What have *you* been waiting for?"
As he spoke, Wen Yangxi threw his head back toward the sky, and a series of deep, esoteric growls rumbled from his throat.
BOOM!
As his voice faded, the countless Demon Beast corpses on the ground trembled in unison. From each body emerged a transparent phantom, an ethereal specter that seemed to exist outside of this world. The moment they appeared, they shot into the air, converging into an invisible vortex that Wen Yangxi swallowed whole.
