"Are you ready? We can begin."
While everyone was still discussing the details of the battle, Zhao Wuji's voice carried over.
"We're ready." Xiao Wu looked up and answered.
In truth, Ye Feng and the others were not very familiar with one another. Calling it a discussion of tactics was really just making a rough plan.
They each stated the types of attacks they excelled at and made a few simple arrangements. That was enough to settle their tactics.
True coordination would have to depend on adapting to the situation during the fight.
Zhao Wuji stood up and stretched his limbs, his body crackling loudly.
An invisible pressure spread out. At that moment, everyone had the hazy feeling that what stood before them was not a man at all, but a ferocious giant bear.
After Zhao Wuji lit another stick of incense, Ning Rongrong moved first before he could even call out the start.
"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile, turn forth—first: Strength. Second: Speed. Third: Spirit Power."
Streams of seven-colored light rained down, enveloping Ye Feng and the others.
In an instant, Ye Feng, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing felt their strength, speed, and spirit power increase by nearly half.
At the same time, Ye Feng and the others released their martial souls.
In an instant, the entire courtyard was flooded with dazzling light, and spirit rings of every color rose beneath their feet.
The most eye-catching of all was naturally Ye Feng.
Two yellow, two purple, and one black spirit ring gleamed beneath his feet. The pitch-black outermost ring was especially striking.
With a thought, Ye Feng silently activated all of his support-type spirit skills at once.
Strength Amplification, Speed Amplification, Spirit Power Amplification, Defense Amplification, Attack Amplification...
More than ten buffing spirit skills activated simultaneously. Combined with