"Seven Treasures Manifest, Glazed Tile!"
Ning Fengzhi's expression was solemn as he stood at the front of the group, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand blooming with dazzling light.
"First: Strength!"
"Second: Speed!"
Two brilliant beams of light landed precisely on Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, instantly raising both of their auras another level.
Chen Xin's sword became faster and sharper!
Gu Rong's dragon claws grew heavier and fiercer!
The evenly matched battle was broken in an instant.
"Damn it!" Yue Guan's face darkened. He could feel the pressure Chen Xin exerted on him suddenly multiply.
"Old Ghost, stop holding back!"
Gui Mei's cold voice came from all directions. "Got it."
The next moment, an even colder and stranger aura erupted from Gui Mei's body. The temperature across the entire battlefield seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.
Yet at that moment, a faint streak of starlight that no one noticed silently merged into the light of Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Han Yuchen stood behind Ning Fengzhi, a galaxy flowing deep within his eyes.
He did not use any soul skill. He merely disguised a trace of his purest Power of Stars as the fluctuations of Support System Soul Power and quietly grafted it onto Ning Fengzhi's power.
That trace of power was insignificant to the overall battle.
But to Ning Fengzhi's auxiliary light, it was like a catalyst!
Buzz—
Ning Fengzhi only felt his Soul Power circulating with unprecedented smoothness, while the light emitted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda seemed to become several degrees more solid.
"Hm?" He looked at his Martial Soul in surprise, unable to make sense of it.
But the battle was urgent, and he had no time to think further. He immediately pushed his amplification to