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Just as Chen Xiaojun and Xi Xi were speaking in low voices, Xiao Yi's third soul ring had quietly lit up, its soft emerald glow like fresh leaves newly sprouted in early spring.
"Third Soul Skill—Sweet Dew Heavenly Rain."
Ten seconds, restoring 50% Power of Life.
Countless fine pale-green motes, brimming with vigorous vitality, descended from the sky and merged precisely into the bodies of the battered team members fighting across the battlefield.
The ruptured wounds of the heavily injured stopped bleeding and scabbed over at a visible pace, while those whose soul power was nearly exhausted felt as if clear springs had been poured into their meridians, strength surging back anew.
"Xiao Yi," Chen Xiaojun's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, locked firmly on the two Soul Sages in the middle section who wielded hammer and whip in seamless cooperation and mutual support. "Let Number Two out. Pin down those two guys up front."
The thought had only just risen in Xi Xi's mind—Let Number Two out? He says it like he's letting a dog loose...—and had yet to fully fade.
Without the slightest warning, a deep gold-and-silver rift tore open in the air, and an ice-cold, ancient, dreamlike aura instantly spread out.
An enormous vine-like spirit body, covered from end to end in strange ice-crystal patterns and flickering with a hazy glow, poured out like a waterfall—it was the Ice Soul Dream Illusion Vine.
It was the second spirit body Xiao Yi had subdued back when she hunted that fifty-five-thousand-year-old ninth-grade Spirit Type Plant Soul Beast.
Its massive vine body instantly plunged into the solid blue stone tiles, roots spreading wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The huge flower bud at the tip of