In the time it took to draw a breath, the pirate Soul Masters surrounding the Navy Squad collapsed almost simultaneously. Their eyes rolled back, and they lost consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, only one level 59 Soul King remained standing among the pirate Soul Masters. His upright spine looked like an eternal monument on the battlefield.
In truth, he had been scared too stiff to move.
It was too bizarre.
The Navy men had been startled at first as well. Their first thought was that the pirates had set some sort of trap, but they soon realized that this was most likely the "Soul Bone Skill" Zhang Yang had mentioned.
"My secret technique works especially well against Soul Masters whose Soul Power is ten levels lower than mine. It can greatly restrict their performance in battle."
Remembering Zhang Yang's earlier words, everyone could not help curling their lips and muttering, "Isn't this effect a little too terrifying?"
Still, thanks to Zhang Yang, they had finally escaped being besieged and regained the initiative in battle. They began ganging up on the only pirate Soul Master still standing.
Although the Navy Squad had expended quite a bit of Soul Power after being besieged by dozens of pirates and bombarded by countless Soul Skills, dealing with one pirate was still no problem.
Before long, the battles on both sides ended one after another, and the Navy Squad gathered around Zhang Yang.
Unlike Zhang Yang, whose clothes were still intact as though he had merely gotten up for a morning stroll, the others in the Navy Squad had been blasted into tatters by the barrage of Soul Skills. Their clothes could barely keep them covered.
Besides that, each of them carried two bags dripping blood from the bottom, their contents stretching the