Zhao Xing looked over, and the other party immediately returned the gaze.
It was actually Lord Sang Yu!
"Zhao Xing?!" Lord Sang Yu was also taken aback.
"I didn't expect you to escape too, hahaha, what a coincidence."
Lord Sang Yu laughed loudly and immediately launched a soul attack, charging toward Zhao Xing.
"This madman."
Zhao Xing's expression changed, and layers of illusions appeared in his eyes.
He hadn't had time to use his clone, and the opponent's soul power had already penetrated into his sea of consciousness.
"Hmm?" Lord Sang Yu's soul power transmitted through the void, but it didn't touch Zhao Xing's soul; instead, it saw a patch of black.
"What the hell is this?"
Lord Sang Yu shuddered, instantly regaining his composure.
He felt a threat to his life!
"Ah—"
The invading soul power retreated with a hint of black gas, and Lord Sang Yu screamed in agony, clutching his head in pain as he writhed in the void.
