"Mas... Master, what do we do? What should we do now?"
Stutter placed his hands on the ground, desperately kicking his legs backward. His head kept spinning around, eyes glued to the wandering Divine Soul, terrified that one careless moment would be the end of him. Meanwhile, Hai Dong was already trembling with fear, cold sweat soaking through his clothes. More importantly, he had already hidden at the back of everyone, too afraid to show his head.
"What else can we do? Hurry up and hit it!"
Attacking the Divine Soul's head still had no effect. Yet at this moment, the Divine Soul seemed ready to counterattack. A chilly wind blew past, dispersing Hai Dong's already sparse hair, and they felt an icy presence closing in on them.
The Divine Soul immediately split into two, two into four, four into eight...
