Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda, Spirit Ascension Room.
The cold, sealed Alloy Cabin slowly sprang open. The hatch slid aside with a low, muffled rumble, and Gu Yue stepped out at an unhurried pace.
Looking up, she saw Tang Wulin and the others wearing dejected expressions. They looked as though every last bit of energy had been drained from them, and they didn't even react to the sound of the hatch opening.
Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi stood shoulder to shoulder, their heads bowed low and their shoulders slumped. A gloom as heavy as if they'd just lost their parents hung over them.
They knew the opponents inside the Spirit Ascension Platform had three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings apiece. They were monsters no ordinary Soul Master could hope to match.
Yet as one-in-ten-thousand geniuses who possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the two had been proud of their trump card. And someone had casually blasted it apart with a single shot.
For them, the blow was unprecedented.
Xie Xie looked just as miserable.
At first, when he'd left the Spirit Ascension Platform, he hadn't thought much of it.
He was only a twenty-two-level Soul Grandmaster. His Martial Soul, Soul Power, Soul Rings, and, uh... Soul Skills were all inferior to Na'er's. It was only natural that she'd swept him aside with a single shot. There was nothing shameful about it.
But the moment he stepped out of the metal cabin and saw Wu Zhangkong's stern expression and icy presence, he immediately reined in his usual carefree manner.
In front of this strict homeroom teacher, it wouldn't do to appear anything but solemn and downcast.
At first, he'd only been putting on an act to suit the mood. With nothing better to do, he began replaying the battle in his mind.