Bring Him Down!

Song Yang wore black combat gear and carried a long blade over his shoulder. Standing atop a massive crocodile radiating golden light, he faced the three opponents before him, his gaze instinctively settling on Tie Wang, who was recovering from his injuries.

Although he had not been the one to defeat Tie Wang back then—it had been the corrupted Chen Sican—Tie Wang's martial soul was merely the Soul Refining Cauldron, which specialized in control. There was no way he could defeat Song Yang, who possessed a top-tier Beast Martial Soul.

Han Nuan floated gracefully in midair, slowly fanning herself with a strangely shaped ice-white folding fan.

Two pairs of enormous Phoenix Wings behind her looked exceptionally noble. Eight Soul Rings—two purple, three black, and three red—continuously pulsed around her waist. An aura of extreme cold drifted throughout the entire space. Even the high-strength defensive Soul Tools Ye Lei had developed to protect the high-rise buildings began to frost over, and the terrifyingly low temperature caused the Soul Tools worn by everyone present to start malfunctioning.

Even the Fourth Elder, who had died and later been resurrected as an Evil Spirit Body, felt the cold.

The favorable situation from before had been reversed. They now faced seven Soul Douluo, while they had only six. If they took out one of the opposing support-type soul masters, their numbers would be equal. However, they still had an uncertain factor on their side. If the Wind Dragon's will was disrupted during this battle and caused Chen Sican's consciousness to awaken, they would have little chance of victory. Their fate would be certain defeat.

Seeing that all his companions had arrived, Jing Yang finally relaxed. The situation had finally turned around.

Song Yang, Ye Lei, and the others would deal with the remaining elders, while