"Roar—!"
It twisted its body wildly, its enormous dragon tail sweeping out like a battering ram with unstoppable force!
At the same time, a blazing wave of fire descended from above. Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Nirvana struck it squarely in the face!
The flames likewise failed to burn through its scales.
But the intense heat severely irritated its eyes and nose, instantly obstructing its vision!
A three-dimensional net of control, harassment, and suppression played this two thousand year soul beast around in circles!
Behind them, atop a giant tree over a hundred meters away.
Flender and the other three took in the entire scene.
Zhao Wuji's mouth had fallen slightly open, and he had forgotten to close it.
Even Flender's shrewd merchant's face was filled with disbelief.
"Th-this... this..."
Flender stammered, barely able to form a complete sentence.
"How many days has it been? How could their coordination... possibly become this seamless?!"
This was no longer a case of one plus one equaling two!
This was practically a chemical reaction!
Master Yu Xiaogang's breathing quickened.
For the first time, an almost fanatical flush appeared on his zombie-like face!
He stared fixedly at the slender figure standing outside the battle zone, hands in his pockets as though everything were under control.
"It's Han Yuchen!"
His voice trembled with an excitement he himself had failed to notice.
"His command is like the most precise Soul Tool! At the exact right time, he gives the exact right command to the exact right person!"
"Every command strikes exactly where the Ironclad Earth Dragon suffers most! Not an ounce too much, not an inch too little! This... this is art! The art of battle!"
Zhao Wuji swallowed hard before forcing out a few words.
"This brat... really is a monster."
He was now immensely grateful that