Jiang Jue waved his Soul Refining Banner, and in an instant, a mass of black mist surged out, sweeping toward Yan Feng.
First Soul Skill! Evil Spirit Tide!
Within the black mist, various beast spirits manifested one after another, roaring furiously, eager to tear Yan Feng to pieces!
The more souls contained within the Soul Refining Banner, the stronger the Evil Spirit Tide would be. At this moment, the entire mass of black mist resembled a gloomy thundercloud, pressing down upon Yan Feng.
Yan Feng's first and third soul rings lit up once again, and the bone wings behind him emerged as he attempted to fly into the air to escape the ominous black mist.
However, the black mist seemed to have a tracking system installed—it clung to him like a shadow, relentlessly pursuing him.
"Second Soul Skill! Bone Dragon's Breath!"
Seeing that he couldn't evade it, Yan Feng stopped trying. A massive skeletal head suddenly appeared in front of him. The skull was eerie, spanning a full meter and a half in width.
Only when its jaws parted did it become clear—it was the skull of a dragon!
A stream of icy black gas spewed from the bone dragon's mouth, colliding head-on with the black mist of the Evil Spirit Tide.
In an instant, the arena was filled with an ear-piercing sound, like metal grinding against metal, as the two forces clashed fiercely.
Yan Feng hovered in mid-air, his expression grim. He could clearly sense that his icy mist was being devoured by Jiang Jue's black mist. While his mist inflicted some damage, the black mist instantly replenished itself.
Even with his first and third soul skills boosting his attack, and despite the huge gap in their cultivation realms, his Bone Dragon's Breath was still at a disadvantage.
"No! Close combat is my specialty—I need to find a way to get in close!"
A ghostly light flickered in Yan Feng's pupils. With a flap of his bone wings, he dove toward Jiang Jue like a striking falcon.
His two bone claws, brimming with icy evil energy, sliced through the air, creating sharp whistling sounds.
But just as he descended, his fourth soul ring quietly lit up.
Noticing that Jiang Jue still stood motionless below, Yan Feng's lips curled into a smirk.
"You've fallen for it!"
In the next instant, a massive magic array over five meters in diameter, entirely composed of interwoven bones, appeared beneath Jiang Jue. A crushing sense of restraint instantly spread.
This was Yan Feng's fourth soul skill—Burial Grounds.
A powerful skill that combined control and damage, capable of absorbing the enemy's flesh and blood to replenish Yan Feng's vitality.
Furthermore, once the victim was drained dry and reduced to a pile of bones, those bones would enhance Yan Feng's Bone Dragon Martial Soul.
If Jiang Jue was trapped within this fourth soul skill, his defeat would be inevitable!
But suddenly, Yan Feng's pupils shrank—Jiang Jue merely smiled faintly at him.
And in the next moment—his body dissolved like foam and vanished.
Absolute Soul Substitution—Activated!
"What?!"
Yan Feng quickly changed his stance, scanning his surroundings with cautious eyes, because—Jiang Jue had completely disappeared from his senses!
"Buzz!"
A ripple of space—a massive single eye appeared behind Yan Feng!
Yan Feng was overjoyed. Thinking Jiang Jue had revealed himself at such close range, he was sure he could land a decisive blow!
His bone claws, wreathed in chilling winds, sliced backward with lethal precision.
But the next moment, his expression drastically changed—his attack had landed…
But it struck the Evil Eye instead!
The Evil Eye shattered under his claws, swiftly dissipating into black mist, just like before.
"Damn it!"
Before Yan Feng could react, the ominous black mist had already enveloped him, madly burrowing into his body.
Even though Yan Feng tried to shield himself with soul power, many of the black mist tendrils still forced their way in.
The moment they entered, Yan Feng felt his flesh, blood, soul power—his very existence—being devoured.
"We're both Evil Soul Masters, but why are your soul skills so much more terrifying?!"
From the very start, in just a matter of minutes, Yan Feng had been utterly overwhelmed. He couldn't even sense where Jiang Jue was anymore!
As time dragged on, Yan Feng grew more and more anxious. He flew desperately around, trying to locate Jiang Jue, but it was futile.
Spectators' Discussion
"Fourth Brother, your disciple lacks composure. He's already losing his grip—this is only the beginning!"
The Masked Douluo sidled up to the Ghostly Nether Douluo, speaking with amusement.
At the same time, he casually pulled out a soul beast's head and took a bite.
"Watching the Holy Son fight is truly a delight."
"As long as he keeps hiding strategically, victory is just a matter of time."
The Masked Douluo praised while gnawing on his snack.
He had personally experienced Jiang Jue's Evil Spirit Tide. If not for his sheer strength, he would have stood no chance against it.
"If he lacks the skill, there's nothing more to say."
The Ghostly Nether Douluo's gaze remained indifferent, as if none of this concerned him.
"Wait a minute… this Masked Douluo seems awfully biased toward the Young Lord."
Zhang Peng glanced at the Masked Douluo in surprise.
Zhong Liwu, meanwhile, smiled proudly. His disciple was toying with a Soul King while barely exerting himself—how could he not be proud?
"Look! The Holy Son has appeared!"
Lu Genggeng suddenly exclaimed.
The Final Confrontation
In the arena, while Yan Feng buzzed around like a lost fly, the black mist abruptly parted, as if ushering in a king.
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Jue would never reveal himself until his opponent was completely drained.
But now, he sought a royal victory—one that would leave an unforgettable mark on these people's souls.
"So you were inside the black mist all along!"
Yan Feng's face filled with regret. The very mist he had tried so hard to avoid… was where Jiang Jue had been hiding all along!
"But, don't you realize, Holy Son, that you've come too close?"
Yan Feng covered his face with one hand. His fifth soul ring, black as ink, lit up abruptly.
A colossal bone claw appeared above Jiang Jue without warning!
"Boom!"
The bone claw slammed down, trapping Jiang Jue inside like an iron cage, unleashing an overwhelming pressure.
Yan Feng's eyes shone with excitement—if he could imprison Jiang Jue inside, he could turn the tables!
The Bone Claw Prison, as a ten-thousand-year soul skill, had a unique ability—it could negate all auxiliary soul skills.
But Jiang Jue simply stared at Yan Feng calmly, utterly unbothered, as if watching a clown perform.
"Domain! Activate!"
"Endless Sea of Injustice!"
Jiang Jue raised his right hand slightly. The Six-Faced Ghost Dream Cicada on his fingertip let out a piercing cry, and the fourth soul ring on his Soul Refining Banner lit up.
A domain of interwoven ashen gray and blood red instantly spread across the entire arena.
In the blink of an eye, the high platform was completely covered.
In this domain, ashen gray and blood red were the only colors—everything else ceased to exist.
Up in the sky, Yan Feng's eyes were instantly filled with sheer terror, as if he had witnessed the most horrifying sight imaginable.
The gray and red hues slowly consumed his body.
"No… NOOO!"
Suddenly, Yan Feng let out a scream and plummeted straight down.
"Boom!"
A loud crash erupted, dust flew up—the Bone Claw Prison disintegrated into ashes.
Jiang Jue gently stroked his Ghost Dream Cicada, whispering softly:
"Fall into an endless cycle of illusions and despair."