A figure suddenly stepped out of the mist.
The old man opened his eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle's. "Zhou Yue? What are you doing here instead of staying at your post?"
"Zhou Yue" spoke. "The Holy Envoy commands that we switch places!"
The old man frowned. "Why? I haven't received any orders!"
"Zhou Yue" responded indifferently, "If you don't believe me, why don't you confirm it?"
The old man looked at him suspiciously and took out his Communication Token, just as he was about to send a message, his heart lurched.
He glanced up and saw an intangible, piercing light burst from "Zhou Yue's" pupils. It was like a raging tide, overwhelming and making his spirit tremble.
Damn it, a Soul Attack! The old man's scalp went numb and cold sweat broke out. He tried to guard his mind, but it was already too late.
The strength of his opponent's Divine Soul was greater than any he had ever encountered.
