The others also waited for Yu Xiaogang's answer. They shared Tang San's doubts.
Yu Xiaogang seemed to have noticed something and said in a deep voice:
"When Feng Xiaotian used Wind Blade Cage, he may have consumed even more Soul Power than Xiao San did when using Blue Silver Prison.
"However, he has two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, enough to sustain him for a while.
"Besides, the soul skills used by those from the Thunder Team are immensely powerful, but they also consume an enormous amount of Soul Power.
"My guess is that Feng Xiaotian still has something up his sleeve in this contest of Soul Power."
As soon as Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, several deafening peals of thunder erupted from the central arena.
The Wind Blade Cages were shattered one after another.
By now, nearly half of Feng Xiaotian's Soul Power had been consumed.
But the seven members of the Thunder Team had expended even more Soul Power to break free of their predicament, and every one of them was panting heavily from exhaustion.
The little Soul Power they had left was no longer enough to support them in unleashing stronger soul skills.
Fortunately, they had also spotted Feng Xiaotian's weakness.
Yu Tianxin shouted:
"Brothers, hold on! He can't keep this up much longer either!"
Feng Xiaotian spread his wings and hovered in the air, looking down at the seven people on the stage with a smile.
"I'm not fighting alone."
"Brothers, it's time for you to show your strength."
"Boss, we've been waiting!"
With a wave of Feng Xiaotian's hand, the gale rose once more.
Six small whirlwinds gathered in Feng Xiaotian's hand, then spread outward and became seven.
The members of the Thunder Team trembled in fright at the sight.
"What's going on?! Again?!"
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