Du Jingming, who was falling from above, looked startled. He stared in disbelief at the cyan figure below. The life aura radiating from it was... somehow no weaker than his own?
Su Chen gave him no chance, surging forward to kick a man while he's down.
"Heh... heh..." Zhou Xian gritted his teeth, his expression hideous, yet he managed a savage smile. "Worthy of being the Delicious Soul my Lord desires. What a pity..."
His pupils suddenly turned black. A diamond-shaped crystal in his hand shattered, and wisps of black mist erupted, forming the phantom of a seated Black Tuo around him.
Su Chen froze. An invisible force struck at him, and he sensed a lethal threat.
Meanwhile, Du Jingming, who still hadn't landed, was blasted upward, his face filled with panic.
"This... This is... Black Tuo!?"
