At that moment, Osler gritted his teeth. As his soul ring lit up, a clone materialized beside him.
"Trying to divert my attention?" Xiao Tianyang raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
He had no intention of intervening in the first place—just sitting here. Why would Osler need to create a clone just to distract him?
What Xiao Tianyang didn't realize was the sheer pressure his presence exerted on the Emperor Team—especially on Osler, who was facing him directly.
Without some form of protection, how could he dare to attack Ning Rongrong in front of such an opponent? Even with his precautions, he still felt uneasy.
But the battle was turning against them, and Osler could wait no longer!
"Second Soul Skill: Remnant Shadow Assault!"
Osler extended his claws, aiming straight for Ning Rongrong's vitals!
Of course, he wasn't aiming to kill—his goal was merely to force her back and gauge whether Xiao Tianyang would step in. It was a sound strategy, but he had underestimated Ning Rongrong.
As soon as he lunged, she shifted her stance, twisting her waist to evade the attack. Keeping a sideways posture, she swiftly raised her right arm and brought her elbow crashing down!
"Boom!"
Her strike landed squarely on Osler's head, momentarily dazing him.
Seizing the opportunity, Ning Rongrong pressed forward. First, she delivered a knife-hand strike to his neck, then followed up with precise attacks on his vital acupoints—each one marked out by Xiao Tianyang in their training sessions.
With enough strength and a touch of soul power, these strikes could yield incredible effects.
However, executing such techniques required exceptional skill. As an auxiliary-type soul master, Ning Rongrong lacked the brute force of an assault-type, the sharpness of an agility-type, or the intricate control of a control-type. Her approach relied on sheer speed and precision.
To onlookers, her movements blurred into afterimages. What she lacked in power, she compensated for in volume.
In just three seconds, she had landed nearly a hundred blows!
With a sharp cry, her fists spun in a frenzy, resembling the rapid motion of a motorized drill, before she delivered a final, forceful punch to Osler's chest!
A dignified agility-type soul master had been thoroughly beaten by an auxiliary-type soul master!
Meanwhile, Tang San and Xiao Wu had already taken down Shi Mo. Zhu Zhuqing circled around and, with minimal effort, subdued Dugu Yan. As soon as she was done, Xiao Wu teleported to assist, finishing off Osler.
Tang San then teamed up with Zhu Zhuqing to deal with Yu Feng.
"Third Soul Skill: Thunder Fury!"
"Second Soul Skill: Thunder Crash!"
Just as the battle seemed one-sided, the Emperor Team's captain, Yu Tianheng, made his move!
He activated the empowering effects of his third soul ring and unleashed his second soul skill at full force, pouring every last drop of his remaining soul power into the attack!
Thunder roared across the battlefield. Lightning bolts rained down in chaotic arcs, shattering Tang San's formation.
To spectators, this seemed like an act of desperation. After expending his power like this, Yu Tianheng was little more than a spent force.
However, Xiao Tianyang, watching from the sidelines, shook his head. "Why not target the most troublesome auxiliary soul master? Her martial soul is Nine Heart Flowering Apple!"
"Not good!" Tang San's expression shifted.
As Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Flowering Apple bloomed, a healing light descended upon Yu Tianheng's team. The fallen stood up, the injured recovered—restoring their fighting strength!
At that moment, Yu Feng seized his chance.
"Third Soul Skill: Wind Surge!"
Flapping his wings, he conjured a violent hurricane, filled with countless razor-sharp wind blades.
"Combining two soul skills?" Xiao Tianyang's eyes gleamed in interest.
Ma Hongjun activated his second soul ring's boost, then spewed a torrent of flames to counter the storm!
Unfortunately, he was just a step too late.
The wind blades rained down like a tempest, engulfing Tang San and the others.
Due to their position deep within enemy lines, Dai Mubai and Shi Mo were not caught in the attack.
The battlefield exploded in a clash of elements—flames and wind colliding violently, leaving both sides in disarray.
Ma Hongjun, exhausted, collapsed to the ground, his face pale. Yu Feng, despite spitting blood and struggling to maintain his balance in the air, still fared better due to his higher soul level.
"Osler, fall back!" Yu Feng called out as he turned to retreat.
Just as Dugu Yan prepared to act, her eyes narrowed. "What... is that?"
Xiao Tianyang whistled. "Tang San is getting serious."
The dust settled, revealing Tang San with Eight Spider Lances sprouting from his back, charging forward!
The situation was dire. Ma Hongjun's soul power was depleted, and Dai Mubai had suffered heavy blows from Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng.
While they weren't completely defeated, their team was down in numbers.
Originally, they had already been outnumbered. Now, without Xiao Tianyang's intervention, Ma Hongjun wouldn't recover anytime soon, and Dai Mubai's condition was equally grim. Tang San had to act—otherwise, they would lose this battle!
With Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track activated, Tang San vanished from sight, sprinting toward Dai Mubai.
Only Xiao Tianyang noticed what happened next.
As Tang San passed by the Shi Mo brothers, his Eight Spider Lances lightly grazed their arms!
"What is that? Twin martial souls?" Dugu Yan stood frozen in shock.
"Whatever it is, don't touch it," Yu Tianheng warned. A distinct, pungent scent filled the air—a unique poison.
"It must consume a lot of his energy. Stall for time—there's no need for direct confrontation!" Yu Tianheng swiftly took command.
Tang San smirked. "Then let's see how you handle your own poison!"
His Blue Silver Grass extended and intertwined, forming a spinning windmill.
A strong gust blew, reversing the flow of the encroaching purple poison mist!
"Brilliant!" Xiao Tianyang chuckled. "Seems my training wasn't in vain... Even if this is just a comic adaptation."
Dugu Yan panicked at first, but quickly countered, releasing more purple mist while coordinating with Yu Feng to stabilize the situation.
Yet by then, Tang San had already charged into their formation, prepared to take on a four-against-one fight!
The Emperor Team was now down to four members, for two key reasons:
First, the Shi Mo brothers had collapsed from poisoning. Even if they hadn't, they wouldn't have been able to push through the poison mist.
Second, Ye Lingling remained a major threat due to her overwhelming healing abilities. Her method resembled an investment strategy—allowing her team to take damage, then restoring them at crucial moments, turning their losses into gains.
However, this ability had its limits. Outside of healing, Ye Lingling posed no real threat.
With that in mind, only four combatants remained.
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