"Third Soul Skill, Nightfall Guardian!"
The wick of the emerald-glowing firefly lantern, held aloft by Xue Yushuang like a small night light, flickered gently. Su Nan and Lei Yuan, falling from above, instantly gained 5% defense.
"Suisui! Don't let them get away!"
Ma Hongjun, who had also recovered, flapped the phoenix wings on his back and swooped rapidly towards the falling pair, desperate to finish them off. He intended to settle the score for almost being turned into a charcoal phoenix moments ago!
Tang Sui would not allow two prey that had already fallen into her grasp to escape.
"Fatty, catch me!"
Tang Sui cried out urgently. Ma Hongjun, eager to pursue, stopped his chase without hesitation, changed his trajectory, and caught Tang Sui, who was also falling after losing her mask as a point of leverage.
In his haste to catch her, Ma Hongjun didn't notice Tang Sui's unnervingly slow descent. Once caught by Ma Hongjun, Tang Sui didn't delay. With her mind focused and multitasking, she willed two jade-white masks of different shapes to descend like meteors, relentlessly pursuing the trajectories of Lei Yuan and Su Nan. They were so fast that Ye Ge'er and Wen Qing didn't even have time to grab their teammates or block for them. Those below, preparing to catch their teammates, were suddenly hit with double the force!
"Boom—!"
Thick dust billowed, completely obscuring the view of the battle stage.
Ma Hongjun, having successfully caught someone, watched the thick dust cloud rising below with a sigh.
"Lei Yuan, Su Nan!"
"Wen Qing!"
"Ye Ge'er!"
The remaining members of the Camelot team, shedding their pretense of calm, cried out. Mu Feng, who had remained as steady as a mountain, watched his teammates, whose fates were unknown, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes. While everyone's attention was focused on the falling Lei Yuan and the others, a dense, yellowish-brown mist silently merged with the dust cloud. Only the first hundred-year soul ring floating around him glowed faintly.
This was his first soul skill, Mist Concealment. It allowed him to release dense fog, confusing vision, and reducing the mental power of those within the mist by 15%, temporarily weakening their sight. Those in the mist would rub their eyes and shed tears as if afflicted with trachoma.
The first to sense something was wrong was Tang San, who had activated his Purple Demon Eyes to scan the dust-filled area where Lei Yuan and the others were.
"Be careful! There's something wrong with this mist!"
Tang San hurriedly warned, but it was already a little too late.
"Ah—!"
Ning Rongrong, doubly protected by Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, felt a sharp pain in her back. Crimson blood instantly deepened the color of her black dress.
"Rongrong!"
Oscar, in the team's spectator room, his pupils trembling, leaned forward, pressing against the glass wall, watching the injured Ning Rongrong below with worry and anger.
Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, realizing what had happened, were startled. Zhu Zhuqing, a speed-type attacker, quickly scooped up Ning Rongrong. With their backs against each other, she and Xiao Wu moved to an area outside the reach of the yellowish-brown mist that resembled rising dust.
"Rongrong, are you alright?" Xiao Wu asked, her fists clenched warily as she scanned the mist, her vigilance at its highest.
The sharp pain in her back made even speaking difficult for Ning Rongrong, who was gasping with pain. She weakly opened her mouth.
"Second Soul Skill, Benevolent Visage."
A miniature jade-white mask flew into Ning Rongrong's body. The flesh and skin on her back, which had been churning, instantly healed, as good as new. Even her depleted soul power increased by half, leaving her with almost three-quarters of her soul power remaining!
As for Lei Yuan and Su Nan, who had fallen earlier, even with teammates acting as human cushions below, they had fallen into a coma under the heavy impact of the two masks.
Wen Qing looked at his two completely unconscious teammates with a grim expression. He then looked up, gazing at Tang Sui, who was held in Ma Hongjun's embrace in mid-air.
Those cold-blooded, serpentine pupils exuded an icy killing intent, making Ma Hongjun's heart pound. Tang Sui merely narrowed her eyes, her smiling face beneath the mask unperturbed.
"Suisui, you need to be careful from now on. I have a feeling that guy won't let you go..." Ma Hongjun whispered, advising Tang Sui in a low voice.
Tang Sui "Mm-hmm"-ed, her gaze placid, "Then we'll see who doesn't let go of whom." Su Dan Novel Network
Her voice, tinged with childishness, was still pleasant, but her words inexplicably sent a shiver down Ma Hongjun's spine.
Recalling Tang San's secret warning, Ma Hongjun looked at the two survivors below with a trace of pity.
Upon receiving Ma Hongjun's gaze, Wen Qing's brow twitched fiercely, veins bulging on his forehead. His fists, hanging by his sides, clenched with audible cracks, making him appear even more like a cold-blooded serpent.
Ye Ge'er, whose soul power was only level 31 and focused on excellent defense, also shook his numb and aching hand.
His hand bones had suffered comminuted fractures from the hard impact!
"Second Soul Skill, Starlight Flowing Moon."
The emerald firefly lantern swayed, and specks of golden-green fire-like orbs flew from the wick, resembling fireflies dancing and glowing in the forest at night. They flew towards the injured Ye Ge'er and Wen Qing.
Dai Mubai snapped back to reality, pushed off the ground with force, and in an instant, he was close to Xue Yushuang. He raised his tiger claw high and swung it fiercely towards the opponent's support soul master.
"Ting—!"
Emerging from the mist, moving with incredible speed, faster even than Wen Qing's Mu Feng, Mu Feng suddenly appeared from the fog and blocked in front of Xue Yushuang, taking Dai Mubai's claw head-on.
The two captains, both at soul power level 37, finally clashed. The flames of war ignited, a true clash of titans had begun!
The next second, to everyone's surprise, Ye Ge'er, standing still, slowly used his recovered hands, one after the other, to pick up his two unconscious teammates. Under the astonished gazes of many, he voluntarily walked off the battle stage!
What?!
Tang San and the others were shocked, not understanding the meaning of this move.
But they soon found out.
"Third Soul Skill, Mixed Poison!"