Demon Charm Runs Rampant

Watching their companions get sent off the field one after another, Yan and the others finally could not hold back any longer. This could not go on.

They felt utterly stifled as well. They had been suppressed for two straight days of matches, and it inevitably made them doubt their own strength. Had they become weaker, or had their opponents grown stronger?

In truth, their thoughts were not without reason. Whether it was Huang Lei Academy or Shrek Academy, both academies had been influenced by Rota to varying degrees. Their strength had increased far beyond what it once was.

Running into two chosen teams in a row—wasn't that practically hell difficulty? The opponents Spirit Hall Academy had faced in previous matches could not even be mentioned in the same breath as Huang Lei and Shrek Academy, so naturally, they had felt relaxed.

At this point, the three of them had no time to dwell on such questions. If they did not find a way out of their current predicament, they would lose!

"Little Nana, use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Yan, cover us!"

"Of course. But you two had better hurry. I might not be able to stop all of them!"

Yan glared resentfully at Tang San and the others, cursing them nonstop in his heart. If not for these bastards, how could they have ended up in such a sorry state? Losing face was a minor matter; bringing shame upon the Pope was the real offense.

"First Soul Skill, Hellish Lava Charge! Get the hell out of my way!"

Tang San and the others had intended to seize the chance to gang up on the three members of the Golden Generation, but Yan's attack ruined their plans.

Yan's First Soul Skill dealt damage over a wide area. Tang San