Thick black mist swirled around Yao Yang.
The light from his fifth and sixth black soul rings—out of his one yellow, three purple, and three black rings—gradually faded.
Those eerily blood-red eyes turned exceptionally cold, exuding a chilling aura that made even Wang Xiao cast a sideways glance.
He had cast the darkness-attribute domain just now, but it was Yao Yang who had wiped out the Vast Sea Legion and severely damaged Yu Yun’s spiritual sea.
A powerful mental-attribute soul master was truly a terrifying existence.
“Uncle Wang, rest assured.
I did not devour the souls of those soldiers.
I promised the Prince back then,” Yao Yang said, meeting Wang Xiao’s gaze without evasion, his tone remarkably firm.
His martial soul was a special type called the Sea Siren, inherently possessing the mental attribute.
It was also his family’s hereditary martial soul.
However, when he awakened his martial soul years ago, it mutated, granting him the ability to devour the souls of humans and beasts.
This special ability even caught the attention of the Holy Ghost Church, leading to the massacre of his entire family.
He was the only survivor, having been kidnapped.
He only managed to escape alive after being rescued by Xu Zihuang’s father.
Pulling his right hand out from Yu Yun’s chest, Wang Xiao nodded blankly.
It had been over ten years since he and Xu Zihuang’s father rescued Yao Yang from the Holy Ghost Church.
Honestly, Yao Yang’s current strength far exceeded his expectations.
He found it hard to reconcile the despair-filled teenager he remembered—who resented his own powerlessness to protect his family—with the Yao Yang standing before him today.
Exhaling a heavy breath of turbid air, Wang Xiao turned his resolute gaze back to the island ahead.
Not only because he trusted Yao Yang, but more importantly, because the rescue plan could not be delayed.
“We cannot delay.
According to the plan, I will take one team to stall Hai Xiao and the main force of the Western Sea Legion.
Yao Yang, you take the other team to rescue the young master.”
With a low shout, Wang Xiao was the first to take to the sky.
The Vast Sea Legion, including Commander Yu Yun, had been wiped out here, and the noble ladies in the cabins were unconscious.
The Western Sea Legion would soon notice the anomaly.
There was absolutely no need to hide in the dark anymore.
To rescue the young master, they had to directly clash with the well-equipped Western Sea Soul Engineer Legion.
Following closely behind Wang Xiao were over twenty absolute elites of the former Imperial Dragon Legion.
Everyone’s cultivation was above rank sixty.
Propelled by Class 6 flying soul tools, their speed was not inferior to Wang Xiao’s at all.
Over twenty Soul Emperors casually deployed—this alone was enough to show the profound foundation of the former Imperial Dragon Legion.
Streaks of brilliant exhaust flames tore through the night sky.
The rescue plan, three years in the making, was finally in motion!
Two yellow, two purple, and four black—eight perfectly proportioned soul rings pulsed madly around Wang Xiao’s body, making him look like a peerless, ferocious beast.
“Seventh Soul Skill!
Martial Soul Avatar!” A suppressed, slightly maddened roar escaped his lips.
Intense dark-purple light flames ignited across his body, turning into a massive dark-purple light cocoon that engulfed him.
Immediately after, a low tiger’s roar exploded in mid-air.
A majestic black-winged giant tiger descended from the sky, diving straight toward the thick, fifty-meter-high fortress wall.
The patrolling Western Sea Legion soldiers on the wall were instantly alarmed, looking up in shock.
Hai Xiao had indeed ordered them to strengthen their guard tonight, but Wang Xiao’s appearance was simply too sudden.
Wiping out Yu Yun and his Vast Sea Legion had actually taken less than a breath’s time.
Relying on Yao Yang’s concealment from his Fifth Soul Skill, his area-of-effect mental attack from his Sixth Soul Skill, and Wang Xiao’s darkness domain, the entire operation hadn’t made a single sound.
On the wall, a middle-aged man looking like a squad captain was the first to react.
Releasing his martial soul, he wrapped his voice in soul power and roared: “Enemy attack!
All troops, hold your positions at the stationary soul cannon array!
Annihilate the enemy!”
The quality of the Western Sea Legion’s soldiers was clearly a cut above Yu Yun’s Vast Sea Legion.
Under the captain’s orders, the soldiers quickly calmed down and swiveled the dark metallic barrels of the stationary soul cannons on the wall.
To defend against chaotic sea soul beasts, there was a Class 4 stationary soul cannon mounted every few dozen meters along the wall.
The power of a single Class 4 stationary soul cannon was equivalent to the full-strength strike of a Soul Ancestor.
But if they were all fired in unison, the destructive force would be terrifying.
A giant red octopus phantom appeared behind the captain.
Two yellow, three purple, and one black—six soul rings instantly rose around him, showing off his Soul Emperor cultivation.
Although it wasn’t the optimal soul ring configuration, it was still considered quite impressive.
However, he overlooked one crucial detail: Wang Xiao’s sheer power.
In his Martial Soul Avatar state, Wang Xiao’s twenty-meter-long black-winged giant tiger form did not become clumsy despite its massive size.
Instead, it was as agile as a spirit cat.
Assisted by the black wings on his back, his speed was astonishing.
He turned into a black blur; relying purely on vision, it was difficult to even catch his afterimage.
Almost the instant the captain finished speaking, Wang Xiao had already arrived directly above him.
As the tiger’s paws slammed down amidst a deafening crash, the originally sturdy and thick wall was instantly torn open, and the stationary soul cannons secured nearby were blown away.
“Boom—” Before the captain’s despairing eyes, the giant tiger slammed another paw down, pinning him firmly against the bluestone floor.
His four limbs were twisted out of shape, blood sprayed everywhere, and fragments of internal organs were continuously coughed out from his nose.
It was clear he wouldn’t survive.
“Captain!” The surrounding Western Sea soldiers felt their blood run cold.
No matter how elite the soldiers were, they would still feel fear in the face of death.
The battlefield changed in the blink of an eye.
During their momentary distraction, the Imperial Dragon elites following Wang Xiao had already bypassed the area covered by the stationary soul cannons.
What followed was a total massacre.
A top-tier Soul Douluo who was also a Class 8 Soul Engineer, accompanied by over twenty Soul Emperors.
Even a Titled Douluo would find it hard to deal with such a luxurious lineup, let alone the Western Sea soldiers whose cultivation levels generally hovered around rank forty.
Wang Xiao didn’t continue attacking the routed soldiers.
Instead, he lifted the massive head of his Martial Soul Avatar, seemingly sensing something, and looked toward the castle in the center of the island.
As if responding to his gaze, a beam of blue-purple lightning thick as a water barrel shot out from the night sky above the castle, illuminating the dark island.
Hai Xiao, clad in deep blue armor, revealed his figure amidst the lightning.
His sharply glowing eyes were filled with complex emotions of anger and surprise.
“Wang Xiao, it’s you?!
You’re still alive?!”
(END CHAPTER)