Hua Li shouted a battle cry and unsheathed his blade. He had been a level twenty-one warrior before he joined Patroclus. He was convinced that Wang Tong would be spent after unleashing such a deadly coup de grace, and therefore, would not be able to defend his level twenty-one attack.
He was right in thinking that the soul essence attack was draining. However, he had no idea just how much power there was in Wang Tong's system; he would never be able to comprehend that.
"Too slow! Is that what you got for giving up your soul?" Wang Tong flicked a finger and sent a pack of energy at Hua Li from the tip of his finger.
Bang!
