The Soul Beast in the sky had the appearance of an insect, yet also possessed some features of a legendary dragon. This left Han Ning quite puzzled—was it an insect, or a dragon?
'I'll call it an Insect Dragon for now.'
Its condition was not good. A large hole, nearly five meters long, had been blasted into its cyan-scaled abdomen by some unknown Soul Technique.
Blackish-purple Energy swirled around the wound, and dark blood flowed down from the large hole.
Moreover, its body was being continuously corroded by strange purple spots.
Opposite the Insect Dragon was a stretch of barren emptiness.
But every time the cyan light swept past, a flash of silvery-white blade light would appear.
'Invisibility. Another invisibility-type Soul Technique.' Han Ning's eyes widened as he channeled his Spiritual Power to them.
Even with his Spiritual Power, he could only faintly make out a massive, translucent silhouette flickering rapidly in the air.
