Just as the gaping mouth was about to descend on Chloe, the middle-aged man was sent flying sideways. It crashed into the wall and exploded into a mist of blood. Only his severed head rolled to the ground.

"A martial artist? You're looking for death!" the man snarled.

Even in that state, the man remained arrogant. His body had already begun regenerating as he roared in fury.

The one who had struck at the critical moment, of course, was Felix. He let out a sigh of relief. Chloe would've been doomed if he had been even a second later.

20 minutes later, the middle-aged man glared up at Felix with rage. At this point, all that was left of him was his head and neck.

"As expected, the soul energy of an A-tier Malevolent Phantom is ridiculously strong. It took this long just to wear it down," Felix commented.

After some quick calculations, Felix realized that only someone who mastered the Transcendent Realm could pull this off. Other martial artists simply wouldn't be able to last until