Xie Yue and Hu Liena's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was forcibly interrupted. The two separated into their individual bodies midair and crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena, smashing through more than a dozen floor tiles before coming to a stop.
Xie Yue's chest had caved in, and clearly more than one of his ribs was broken. Blood flowed from all seven of Hu Liena's orifices, and the backlash from her Martial Soul had plunged her into a deep coma.
Yan was in even worse shape. The granite armor covering his body had shattered completely, exposing the charred flesh beneath. He lay on the ground convulsing, continuously coughing up bloody foam mixed with fragments of internal organs.
The other four team members had long since lost consciousness. Two of them had limbs bent at grotesque angles, clearly suffering from comminuted fractures.
The Shrek Seven Devils still stood where they were, maintaining their original formation.
Dai Mubai withdrew his White Tiger Vajra Transformation, the wound on his shoulder rapidly healing beneath the glow of Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Zhu Zhuqing shook the blood droplets from her claws and melted back into the shadows. Ma Hongjun patted his belly and let out a burp. He had secretly absorbed quite a bit of fire-element energy from the red mist just now.
Oscar wiped away his sweat. His face was somewhat pale, but his eyes shone frighteningly bright.
Xiao Wu skipped back to Tang San's side, her rabbit ears giving a playful twitch.
Their breathing had not even been disrupted. Their clothes were only lightly dusted, without so much as a tear.
A complete victory.
An utterly overwhelming, utterly crushing, utterly unquestionable victory.
The entire venue fell silent.
Even the sound of breathing seemed to vanish.
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