Resurrection Divine Light!
Oscar and Ning Rongrong once again unleashed their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, trying to revive the allied forces so they could continue fighting. However, reviving so many ordinary people was still a considerable drain on them.
Beneath the nine-colored curtain of light, the humans in the rear whose bodies remained were revived one after another. Then, wails of agony spread across the battlefield. The searing heat still lingered in the air; even though their bodies had been restored, they still had to struggle against the intense heat after coming back to life.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong had no solution at this point. They were not healing-type Soul Masters, and all the soul skills Oscar had copied were offensive ones. They were frantic with anxiety, yet they could only watch as the allied troops wailed all around them.
The human allied forces and the Demon Race army could now be considered to have called a truce, though it was a forced one.
Under such extreme heat, all beings beneath the god level were equal. Even Titled Douluo could not endure for long, much less fight.
"Silver Dragon King! How dare you!"
Tang San naturally sensed the terrifying fluctuation below. He had not expected them to truly dare to send a Soul Beast to self-destruct. Such combat power should not have perished like that. But when he thought of the blind loyalty ingrained in Soul Beast bloodlines, he no longer found it strange.
Tang San also saw the predicament Oscar and Ning Rongrong faced below, but he did not dare interfere now. The Silver Dragon King put immense pressure on him. If he had not sent down the God of the Sea Trident back then, he did not even know how long he could have held on.
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