695 Thousands of Souls

Xiao Luo roared. Like a wild, ferocious beast possessed by an evil spirit, he rushed towards Curisa with unmatched power.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ground rumbled beneath him, and dust blew behind him.

After a four-meter dash, he bounded like a cheetah attacking its prey as he soared fiercely in the air to deliver a knee strike to Curisa's head.

"Mortal, you think too highly of yourself!"

Curisa roared and crossed his arms above his head in anticipation of Xiao Luo's incoming attack.

POW!

The force of Xiao Luo's knee smashing into his arms was like a raging tsunami. The ground beneath Curisa collapsed over a radius of five meters. Looking down from right above him, it resembled a huge wok. The energy unleashed by Xiao Luo stirred up a violent storm of dust and caused the ground to shake.

"Is that all you are capable of?"