The tight frown on Dugu Bo's face eased when he saw the tall, slender figure standing there. While surprised, he secretly relished how they had once again outmaneuvered the Spirit Hall.
"They even have a Spirit Fusion Skill?" Yan inwardly cried out a premonition of doom.
Because the Demon Charm had taken a long time to activate its Spirit Fusion Skill, its soul power consumption was considerable. However, Tang San and Tang Sui were different. Although Tang San had depleted a lot of his soul power fighting the Demon Charm, he knew Tang Sui possessed a soul skill similar to healing. Tang San was surely already replenished!
Not necessarily in peak condition, but certainly capable of sustaining the soul power consumption of a Spirit Fusion Skill for a certain duration, thus giving him the confidence to unleash this final trump card!
Tsk!
If this continued, the situation would be grim!
The moment he considered what this match represented, large cold sweat beaded on Yan's forehead, and the calmness on his face vanished, replaced by anxiety.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, who had long since battled the two's Spirit Fusion Skill, Tai Xu, now wore undisguised smiles on their faces. Amidst the confused gazes of the onlookers and the wary eyes of their opponents, they unhesitatingly retreated alongside Zhu Zhuqing to Ning Rongrong and Oscar.
Even Ma Hongjun flew back to their other two support-type soul masters. In a corner of the battle stage, they yielded the vast arena to the pair.
It wasn't that they didn't want to cooperate tacitly, but rather...
"I don't like red,"
The girl's voice echoed softly.
Demon Charm, whose five senses were keen, his eyes changed, and he urgently warned, "Yan, behind you!"
The voice, both masculine and feminine, suddenly grew louder, a sharp tone that rivaled the devil's screech of fingernails on a blackboard.
The next second, Tang Sui, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, lowered her eyelashes slightly. With a movement, she vanished from her original spot, suddenly appearing behind Demon Charm. Silently, she swung the giant hammer in her hand, smashing down fiercely!
"Boom—!"
Demon Charm, reacting with extreme speed, raised his Moon Blade horizontally in front of him, but the next moment, a whistling sound entered his ears, and intense pain shot up from his waist, causing him to let out a scream.
The black-faced, gold-rimmed fox met Demon Charm's lowered gaze. The fox mask, carved into a smiling face, had hollow eye sockets, as if mocking him, eerie yet infuriating.
Yan, alerted by Demon Charm, became incredibly tense, scanning his surroundings with vigilance.
Around them, a strangely thick, dark shadow writhed within the mist, as if something was hidden inside.
But their feet were sinking into the pervasive black mist. What was terrifying was that even standing on solid ground, they couldn't see what the ground looked like!
Conversely, Dai Mubai and the others, who had retreated to their companions, received Oscar's sponsored "Dreamy Mushroom Sausages." One for each, a saving and simple way to ascend, allowing them to overlook their opponents' desperate struggle like cornered beasts from above.
The treatment had completely reversed. If Tang San hadn't become cold and indifferent after his corruption, he might have retorted, "Not unless you can fly."
But they were no longer the Nether White Tiger with wings. No matter how powerful Yan and the others were, the air had always been their weakness.
The illusory black mist suddenly solidified into chains when Yan's nerves were stretched to their breaking point. Like a snake coiling around its prey with its tail, Yan was suddenly dragged forward by a immense force at his feet!
"Yan!"
The other three teammates immediately moved. One estimated the length of Yan's legs and the distance he was being dragged forward, then unleashed an attack towards the possible source of the dragging. The other two prepared to grab him from the left and right.
"Bang! Bang—!"
"Crack!"
Two ear-piercing thuds and the sound of bones cracking echoed. The team members, caught completely off guard and struck by two black-faced, gold-rimmed masks that rushed out from the black mist behind them, their pupils widened slightly, the highlights disappearing. In excruciating pain, they fell unconscious!
"Lin Luo!"
The only remaining teammate landed from mid-air but immediately jumped up again as if his feet were burning, daring not to touch the ground.
The spectators observing from the edge of the battle stage clearly saw the anomaly. Even their own teammates from Shrek wore expressions of stunned disbelief.
"One... two... three?!"
The trembling fingers of a spectator from the Spirit Hall counted the masks appearing on the stage simultaneously, covering their mouths.
"This, how did the masks increase again?!"
"Is it because of the Spirit Fusion Skill?"
Everyone speculated but remained clueless.
Seeing the match's trajectory heading in an increasingly unfavorable direction, Demon Charm coldly watched the tall, straight black figure and changed his stance.
"Although you also have a Spirit Fusion Skill as a trump card, so do we."
Dense red mist billowed out again. Tang Sui, hidden in the shadow world, her gaze flickered. She heard Demon Charm's ambiguous voice from outside: "I admit, you do have the strength to fight us, but that's where it ends! Your future will be extinguished here!"
"Shrek, it is your honor to be defeated by my self-created soul skill!"
As the words fell, Demon Charm's body began to spin like a whirlwind.
In an instant, his entire being and the two Moon Blades virtually disappeared simultaneously. What appeared before everyone was a single giant white disc!
There was no sound of friction or whistling wind, as if all sound had been swallowed by the disc.
Only the red mist within Demon Charm's domain swirled around the white disc like a vortex. The resulting massive storm, like a passing typhoon, uprooted even the black mist covering the ground wherever it passed, drawing it into the violent airflow and making it disappear.
"Full Moon!" Su Dan Novel Network
Tang San's dark ink-colored eyes were as indifferent as ice. Even facing such a powerful attack, he showed no other signs of panic. He merely raised his hand and activated his own most potent self-created soul skill.
"Blue Silver Thrust."
The black vines writhing in the mist expanded, and enormous spikes, like thorns, shot out around the rotating Demon Charm, as if intending to pierce him from all sides, with the spearheads aimed at the Demon Charm in the center!
"Swish, swish—!"
The Blue Silver Grass spikes, which everyone had pinned their hopes on, shattered into pieces the moment they touched the white Full Moon.
—Aside from the text—
It's not that Mo Li wants to stall, it's just that I really can't finish writing it. There's only one chapter left to end the battle. I'll continue tomorrow.
[Arms akimbo, laughing heartily] Then the consecutive updates will end! Tomorrow, we'll return to short chapters, woohoo!