In their shock and alarm, the anxious Xiao Wu suddenly noticed a subtle change in Tang Sui’s expression.
Like a broken puppet whose gears and strings had been reattached, a sense of crisis swept over them from behind. Accompanied by Zhao Wuji’s sharp cry of "Be careful!", a flash of golden patterns shimmered within the black liquid, catching Xiao Wu’s eye. A pitch-black fox mask materialized from the dark fluid and lunged at Xiao Wu!
A flash of pink light, and Xiao Wu’s figure vanished into mid-air. This time, the fox mask lunged at empty space.
Returning to her companions, Xiao Wu looked gravely at the fox mask as it dissolved back into the black liquid. The next moment, a fox mask surged from the dark fluid scattered around them on the ground.
Zhu Zhuqing aimed for the fox mask and delivered a fierce kick, momentarily forcing it back into the black liquid. However, Zhu Zhuqing was also sent flying backward by the backlash of the force, only to be swiftly caught by Zhao Wuji.
"Are you alright?" Zhao Wuji asked his student in a low voice. Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, her face pale, her eyes filled with solemnity.
"I'm fine, but..."
"But Sui Sui seems to be getting serious."
Xiao Wu finished Zhu Zhuqing's unsaid words. Ma Hongjun gasped, staring in disbelief. "Serious? In our current state, we’re no match for Sui Sui!"
Oscar nodded incessantly. At this point, he no longer saw Tang Sui as an ordinary support-type soul master.
Her soul skills were indeed support-type, but her fighting style was anything but!
Recalling Tang Sui’s earlier casual agreement to spar again, Oscar wished he could turn back time and punch himself for the confident acceptance and worry he had felt.
Zhao Wuji’s expression darkened as he watched Tang Sui suspended in mid-air. Steel ing his resolve, he issued an order: "Everyone, a frontal assault! We’ll engage in a war of attrition! First group, Xiao Wu and Mu Bai go first! Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing, prepare for the second round. Oscar, get the sausages ready! With so many of us, I don't believe we can’t exhaust Tang Sui’s stamina!"
"Yes!"
The others’ expressions were stern. Following their own rhythms, they took turns approaching Tang Sui, coordinating with their teammates’ attacks.
"First soul skill, Spirit Infusion."
Tang Sui gazed at them faintly, chanting the incantation for her first soul skill. Her own consumed mental energy increased by a total of thirty-five percent of her total mental capacity, exceeding Zhao Wuji’s remaining mental energy.
Facing Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu attacking her from both sides, Tang Sui raised her hand. Dark demonic energy rippled around her, forming seven deep spatial vortexes. A chilling aura emanated from them, making both Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu, who were closing in, feel their scalps tingle.
"What is this now? A self-created soul skill?" Sensing the danger, Dai Mubai altered the trajectory of his falling tiger claws and cautiously retreated, exchanging a bewildered glance with Xiao Wu.
Her demonic energy plummeted, and her dark eyes were once again veiled by an eerie red glow. A faint curve graced her lips.
"Void —"
Within the seven black vortexes, dark golden light flickered intermittently, as if something was about to be born from within. Even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Sage, felt his scalp tingle, and he immediately changed his strategy, giving an order:
"No! Everyone, a full-power assault together! We can’t let her complete the charge for this soul skill!"
Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing, realizing the urgency, flapped their fiery red wings and streaked forward like afterimages respectively, their sharp cat claws flashing with a chilling light in mid-air.
Watching the approaching group, a hint of eeriness crept into "Tang Sui’s" smile.
"Boom—!"
Black and golden light pulsed outwards from Tang Sui. Time seemed to stop. Leaves, falling from branches, hung suspended in mid-air. Everyone’s movements were frozen in their charging postures, some with one foot off the ground, others mid-leap, all frozen in place.
She looked at the immobilized crowd, raised her hand, and a terrifying energy ball formed at her fingertips from the dense black and red demonic energy. If this attack landed on Zhao Wuji and the others, they would be at least severely injured, if not dead!
"Sigh—"
A soft sigh broke through the distance of time and space, reaching "Tang Sui’s" ears.
"Tang Sui" paused, and the energy ball coalescing at her fingertips gradually weakened.
A warm touch and weight landed on her head, like someone gently stroking her hair. A mellow voice, like clear spring water, poured into her restless soul, soothing all her negative emotions.
'Calm down. Don't let your true nature control your mind and body. Don't do anything you'll regret.'
"Tang Sui" blinked, the crimson in her eyes visibly receding. The space she had frozen began to flicker unstably, as if about to resume its flow.
Such a familiar feeling…
She opened her dark eyes blankly, her pupils unfocused, staring ahead as she felt the gentle touch on her head.
It was different from the way Tang Hao and Tang San patted her head.
It was warm, yet it brought a refreshing clarity to her mind, instantly cleansing all the darkness from her heart. Her eyes shrank back from pitch black to a clear azure blue.
The unfamiliar yet somehow familiar voice made Tang Sui feel an uncontrollable urge to weep.
Her mind raced, desperately trying to recall any information about this person from her memory palace, to find his voice and appearance. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall a single fragment.
A wave of inexplicable grievance washed over her. Tang Sui’s clear blue eyes were once again moistened with crystal tears.
"Plink,"
Hot tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, tracing down her blood-splattered cheeks and falling into the void. The frozen space around them instantly resumed its flow. Zhao Wuji and the others, who had been rushing forward, were unleashing their soul skills and charging towards Tang Sui in a wave!