The advantage of Twin Martial Souls had indeed allowed them to hold the line in the early stages. The control of Blue Silver Grass complemented the overwhelming offense of the Clear Sky Hammer perfectly, but as the battle dragged on, the Imperial Fighting Team's superior overall strength became increasingly apparent.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hands shone brilliantly, continuously bestowing threefold boosts to speed, strength, and Soul Power upon her teammates.
Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Shadow clones darted about like ghosts, every attack aimed straight at a vital point.
Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was even more ferocious, its relentless attacks leaving the Blue Tyrant Academy members struggling to catch their breath.
"This won't do. At this rate, we'll be worn to death sooner or later!" Oscar gritted his teeth and quickly made enhancement sausages, passing them to Jiang Zhu beside him, his heart filled with anxiety.
After Xuan Ye's "death," the team's morale had already been low. If Tang San had not forcibly held them together, they would likely have collapsed long ago.
He secretly glanced at Meng Yiran beside him. The girl's eyes were still hollow, and she released her support soul skills mechanically and numbly. Clearly, she had yet to recover from the blow of Xuan Ye's "death."
Watching her teammates struggle to hold on in the arena, Meng Yiran felt a tumult of emotions. She knew she should not wallow in grief, but whenever she saw Tang San giving everything he had to protect the team, she thought of Xuan Ye, who had been "shattered to pieces" protecting her.
Guilt, grief, and confusion tangled together, making even her Soul Power output intermittent.
"Yiran! Focus!" Tang San noticed that something was wrong with her and shouted sharply.
He knew he had wronged Meng