"What a sharp weapon!"
Amidst the whistling wind, Lin Feng glanced at the bloody wound on his arm and couldn't help but sigh.
Indeed, a soul soldier is not something an ordinary weapon can compare to.
Lin Feng's gaze turned to a young man in black not far away. Bu Zheng had mentioned that this man who wielded a curved blade was called Zhou Feng, the Apostle of the Wind Celestial King.
To become an Apostle, one's strength was truly formidable, even when suppressed. If the strength wasn't suppressed, unless he revealed all his trump cards, even he would have to flee.
Lin Feng was astonished by Zhou Feng's strength, and Zhou Feng was equally surprised by the multitude of Lin Feng's trump cards. Not only did he have a Stand, but he also possessed an Illusion. It's already lucky for an ordinary person to have one Divine Level soul skill, and Lin Feng actually had two.
Although he had trapped Lin Feng, he was also being held back.
Moreover, he couldn't truly trap Lin Feng.
