Night deepened.
In the hotel suite where Shrek Academy was staying, the lights blazed brightly, yet the air was thick with the exhaustion left behind by a hard-fought battle.
Oscar's Recovery Great Sausage still lingered in the air with its distinctive smell, mixed with the faint herbal fragrance released after Tang San crushed medicinal herbs.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing leaned side by side against the softest sofa. Their faces were still pale, but under the combined effects of the sausages and pills, some of their Soul Power had already recovered.
Dai Mubai's uninjured arm was tightly wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing's shoulders, as though he wanted to pull her into his body.
The price of using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was far greater than they had imagined.
The feeling of having both their souls and strength completely drained left them struggling even to lift a finger.
"Today... that was fucking awesome!" Dai Mubai panted heavily, but excitement gleamed in his evil eyes—a hearty satisfaction that belonged to the strong.
"Mm." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft and tinged with fatigue, yet fighting spirit still burned in her cool eyes.
On the other side, Ma Hongjun grimaced as Tang San treated his wounds, cursing foully, "That Ghost Leopard named Osler was fucking ruthless! If we run into him next match, I'll roast him to medium-well!"
Xiao Wu was the most seriously injured. She lay quietly on the bed while Ning Rongrong sat beside her, carefully using Soul Power to regulate the chaotic energies within her body.
After tending to Ma Hongjun's wounds, Tang San walked over to the tactical board and began reviewing the day's battle. His brows were tightly furrowed as every detail replayed continuously in his mind.
The Imperial Dou Team's strength, especially Ye Lingling's nearly unsolvable "Life Link,"