Just then, Ning Fengzhi suddenly rose from his seat high on the VIP Platform. In a flash, he and Sword Douluo Chen Xin arrived on the arena stage, which had collapsed into ruins.
"Rongrong."
The moment he stepped onto the stage, Sword Douluo rushed to Ning Rongrong's side. His immortal-like bearing and calm composure had vanished, replaced by an expression of aching concern.
But he received no response.
By then, Ning Rongrong had long since lost consciousness.
Seeing his daughter wounded and unconscious, Ning Fengzhi's expression turned exceedingly grim. Alongside his boundless heartache, an invisible blaze of fury burned fiercely in his chest.
Naturally, that fury was directed at the Martial Soul Hall Second Team-or rather, at Spirit Hall itself.
Fortunately, as a level seventy-nine support-type War Spirit Saint, Ning Fengzhi could easily tell that although Ning Rongrong had taken a heavy blow, her injuries were not particularly serious. They were mostly superficial wounds and had not damaged her foundations.
That was because the finishing moves Rui Wen and Feng Xian had unleashed in the earlier match had primarily targeted Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others, not Ning Rongrong.
Thus, like Oscar, Ning Rongrong had merely suffered some flesh wounds and passed out. With timely treatment, she would quickly recover and regain consciousness.
This allowed Ning Fengzhi to release a long breath of relief rather than lose his reason.
Looking around at the Shrek Seven Devils, Ning Fengzhi discovered that aside from Oscar, the food-system Spirit Master, everyone else had suffered severe injuries. He could not help frowning slightly.
After a moment's thought, Ning Fengzhi raised his hand and summoned his martial soul.
In an instant, multicolored light shimmered, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda quietly appeared in his right palm, glowing with lustrous radiance. Then