At this moment, Chasing Soul really felt like crying.
This damn brute wouldn't listen to reason at all, especially not letting people finish their sentences.
He thought that after absorbing four avatars, he had somewhat changed completely, otherwise, he wouldn't have boasted about defeating all enemies.
But he didn't expect that even after encountering this brute, he still couldn't win, and the only good news was that he wasn't crippled with just one punch.
Yes, he had indeed grown stronger, but he couldn't feel happy no matter what.
Amidst the tumultuous sea, Chasing Soul emerged again holding his nearly broken arm, but instead of fleeing, he flew straight ahead.
Han Yu clenched his fists, a sea of fire scorching the void, with a dragon roar emanating from the flames, intending to annihilate in one fell swoop.
Chasing Soul was terrified out of his wits, almost turning to flee, but he knew if he did, he was dead for sure.
