Amid the streamers filling the sky and the cheers.
Ye Liuyun waved his hand, and the Blue Silver Grass blanketing the area gradually withered.
The Blue Silver Grass binding the other four members of the Huangdou Team finally dissolved into specks of green light.
He did not look at the cheering spectators, nor did he look at the opponents lying on the ground.
He simply turned around, his back to the spotlight, and walked toward the dark contestants' tunnel.
On the Spirit Fighting Stage.
"Cough, cough... cough..."
Osler, Yu Feng, and the Shi Brothers, who had been wrapped up like dumplings and left unconscious or half-conscious, lost their support and collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.
They were suffering not only physical pain, but also a profound sense of exhaustion, as though their bodies had been hollowed out.
"Cap... Captain..."
Shi Mo struggled to raise his head. His face was pale as paper, and though his voice was weak, it carried a trace of fear.
"That person's Blue Silver Grass... it wasn't merely tough."
"He'd been devouring our Soul Power all along."
"We became his 'blood packs.' When you fought that war of attrition against him, the Soul Power he used actually came from us!"
Boom!
Those words struck Yu Tianheng's mind like a bolt of lightning.
Yu Tianheng's dazed expression from having depleted his Soul Power instantly froze.
He abruptly turned toward where Ye Liuyun had just stood, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep regret.
So that was it. No wonder he could remain so calm even under Yan Yan's and my combined assault.
No wonder his Soul Power seemed bottomless, no matter how much we fought.
Yu Tianheng suddenly let out a bitter laugh, his voice full of self-mockery.
He had thought that he had lost