Zhu Zhuqing? Dead!

The voice infused with Soul Power finally brought a trace of clarity to Yu Xiaogang's muddled mind.

"Right! We have to stop the match immediately! We can't let the children get hurt!"

A flash of panic crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes. No longer caring about the Spirit Ring issue, he turned and sprinted toward the lounge door.

But it was already too late!

The battle in the Spirit Dueling Arena had long since reached a fever pitch. Yu Xiaogang's footsteps could not keep up with the ever-changing situation on the field!

In the Spirit Dueling Arena.

The Slime Team members stood frozen in place, terrified. Their legs felt as heavy as lead, and they could not move at all.

As Dai Mubai watched Bai Lan and the others slowly approach, his eyes were filled with fear.

The fury from before had long been extinguished, leaving only a bone-deep chill.

"Don't be afraid. We can win."

In that deathly silence, Tang San's voice rang out, carrying its usual calmness and resolve.

He was the first to recover from his shock. His gaze swept across his pale-faced teammates, and his voice carried a reassuring strength.

"The other side may be strong, but there are only four of them while we have seven! If we attack from above and below and work together seamlessly, we may still have a chance!"

Tang San's words were firm and forceful, as though he truly saw hope of victory.

By all normal logic, such words were pure fantasy.

A Soul King with five Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings, plus two Soul Ancestors—how could numbers possibly make up for such a gap?

Yet Dai Mubai actually believed him!

As if his fighting spirit had been thoroughly ignited by that pep talk, Dai Mubai took a deep breath, and