"Mental Piercing..."
Beholding a bloodied and almost disfigured human cultivator in the far distance that was about to be devoured by a quasi-devil, Leo, understanding that time was tight, immediately activated a skill that he never used.
Manipulating threads of his soul power into thin, solid needles for about a short second before hurling it toward the consciousness of the quasi-devil in the distance.
Swish!
AHHHH!
In an instant, after the soul needle passes through the thick crimson skin of the quasi-devil, unimpeded, a loud, grotesque cry, full of pure agony, escapes the bloodied lips of the quasi-devil, making the almost unconscious human within his grasp unfold a relief on his battered face.
