Everyone Collapsed

On the arena stage, the colorful turbulence of energy continued to spin and compress frantically, accompanied by the ear-piercing shrieks of elements.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered repeatedly at the edge of the tide, attempting to use the extreme speed of her Nether Civet to break into the core of the tide and find a flaw.

She transformed into a blur, her sharp cat claws tearing through the air and leaving behind trails of dark, gloomy fissures.

"Nether Hundred Claws!"

Dai Mubai roared repeatedly, his third soul ring lighting up once more.

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

However, as soon as the beam entered the dense zone of elemental turbulence, it slowed drastically, as if it had become mired in thick glue.

"Damn it!"

"San, we can't go on like this!"

Dai Mubai fought with all his might against the pressure surging from all directions, his voice cutting through the roar of the tide to reach Tang San's ears.

"This monster is draining us dry! My soul power is almost at the bottom!"

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye operated at full capacity, attempting to analyze the weak nodes of this elemental tide.

Blue Silver Grass danced around his body, forming layers of protection, but it was barely enough to keep him safe.

He heard Dai Mubai's cry, saw Zhu Zhuqing's futile attempts, and witnessed the pale faces and swaying figures of Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and the others behind him.

Xiao Wu gripped his arm tightly.

He couldn't wait any longer! Tang San locked his gaze on Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, a plan forming in his mind in an instant.

"Boss Dai, Zhuqing!"

Tang San transmitted his voice.

"I will use the Blue Silver Grass to pull you together by force. Seize that momentary opportunity to use your Martial Soul Fusion Skill and break it from the inside! This is our only chance!"

Dai Mubai did not hesitate.

"Fine!" Even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold, clear voice sounded at the same time.

"Understood."

Tang San took a deep breath, and Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his hands.

"Go!"

Tang San's face turned pale, his mental energy highly concentrated. His Purple Demon Eye stared fixedly at the trajectory of the vines, his hands held in a hollow grip.

"Now!"

Purple light flared brilliantly in Tang San's eyes. The vines suddenly accelerated, precisely wrapping around the waists of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, and he pulled back with a violent jerk!

The two offered no resistance, following the force to forcibly change their trajectories within the chaotic tide and move toward each other!

The violent elemental power tore at their bodies; their clothes ripped, and fine, bloody lacerations appeared on their skin. Their gazes met in mid-air, filled with unwavering resolve.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Dai Mubai's voice roared like a ferocious tiger.

"Nether White Tiger!!!"

A heaven-shaking tiger roar resounded throughout the entire arena! It actually briefly overwhelmed the roar of the elemental tide, causing many in the audience to tremble in their hearts, their faces turning pale.

A giant beast phantom, far larger than an ordinary white tiger, covered in patterns of intertwined gloom and platinum, with illusory wings on its back and dark purple eyes, appeared defiantly at the core of the tide!

"To think they would use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill... they have actually been forced to this point."

In the VIP box, Ning Fengzhi muttered in shock. That the Shrek Seven Devils were forced to use it right at the start of the battle showed just how critical the situation was.

On the stage, Gu Yena's beautiful face remained without a ripple. Her purple eyes watched the Nether White Tiger phantom, which was struggling fiercely within the elemental tide, attempting to tear the energy apart completely.

Her slender fingers lifted slightly, and the elemental light points gathering in the air became even denser; clearly, she was preparing to increase her output and crush this fusion skill along with them.

Just then, a hand with distinct knuckles pressed gently onto her wrist.

It was Yang Teng. He had walked to Gu Yena's side at some point, still wearing that slightly lazy expression, though a hint of interest flashed deep within his eyes.

His voice was low. "That's enough."

Gu Yena glanced at him, her fingers pausing before she gently withdrew her slender hand.

"ROAR!!!"

"Nether White Tiger Break!"

The elemental tide was finally broken!

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's figures stumbled apart, both dropping to one knee. Their faces were as pale as paper, their soul power nearly exhausted, and their bodies trembled slightly from the overexertion.

Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu felt their heads buzzing, stars dancing before their eyes; for a short time, they couldn't even tell north from south.

"Now!"

Tang San endured the dizziness brought on by his excessive mental consumption, the purple light in his eyes flaring once again.

"Purple Demon Eye!"

A condensed, razor-sharp bolt of purple mental energy struck out silently yet with blinding speed toward Gu Yena, who seemed to have paused momentarily after her tide was broken!

This was a surprise attack; if he could only disrupt or even injure the opponent's primary controller...

However, Gu Yena's clear purple eyes merely blinked once.

"Break."

No spirit rings lit up, and there was no earth-shattering momentum. Tang San only felt the mental shockwave from his Purple Demon Eye instantly swallowed and annihilated.

"Pfft—!"

Tang San felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out uncontrollably. He staggered back several steps, only to be caught by a panicked Xiao Wu.

His Purple Demon Eye had actually been countered and shattered with effortless ease by the opponent's purer mental power!

At that moment, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, whose spirit power was nearly exhausted after breaking the tide, forced themselves to gather their last ounce of strength. They drew close once more, attempting to launch one final strike.

"Nether White Tiger Break!"

Facing this weak yet unyielding blow, Yang Teng finally moved.

He did not even take a step. He simply raised his right hand toward Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, seemingly casual, and then gave a light squeeze.

"Space Lock."

In the next instant, the attack Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had half-formed came to an abrupt halt! They were completely frozen in place!

It wasn't just them; Ma Hongjun and Oscar, who had just recovered from their dizziness and were attempting to provide support, along with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, who were tending to Tang San, all stiffened at the same time!

An invisible, intangible force had completely locked the small patch of space they occupied! They could feel the spirit power within their bodies unable to circulate!

"Third Spirit Skill."

Yang Teng's voice drifted out leisurely. Between his raised fingers, a hazy silver radiance shimmered.

"Space Divine Slash."

A curved blade of light, thin as a cicada's wing and nearly transparent, yet refracting a seven-colored flow of light, quietly condensed at his fingertips.

"Stop! We surrender!"

An anxious, desperate roar came from the Shrek Academy rest area.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang lunged to the edge of the stage, his face deathly pale, waving his arms frantically.

He recognized the terror of that strike; it was power no Spirit Ancestor should possess. He also saw the calm, ripple-less indifference in Yang Teng's eyes—the indifference of someone who had total control over their enemy and might not hold back!

The half-smile on the corner of Yang Teng's mouth deepened slightly. Surrender? At a time like this? His gaze swept over the Shrek members, who were frozen by the "Space Lock," their faces still etched with shock and unwillingness.

He muttered silently to himself, What, you want me to retract this already-formed space slash and suffer the backlash myself?

He possessed no such noble, self-sacrificing sentiments.

The seven-colored space blade flew out silently. Its trajectory through space was smooth, stirring up no wind, yet it gave the illusion that space itself was being sliced open.

The Shrek Seven, pinned firmly in place by the "Space Lock," saw their pupils shrink to the limit. They could clearly see the beautiful yet lethal blade of light approaching, but they couldn't even blink, let alone dodge or defend.

They had no choice but to take it head-on!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no gruesome scene of flying flesh.

The spirit power fluctuations of Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Tang San dissipated instantly like a popped balloon.

Their eyes quickly lost focus, their consciousness forcibly stripped away by a brutal, vibrating force of space, and their bodies slumped limply to the ground.

The Shrek Seven Devils were all incapacitated, unconscious.

Silence!!!

The next moment, a shriek filled with monstrous rage and the ferocity of a tigress tore through the silence!

"You little brat, I'm going to kill you!"

A figure moved as fast as lightning, carrying a violent aura capable of burning everything in its path. Ignoring the rules of the match, she charged straight onto the stage, her beautiful eyes, burning with fury, locked firmly onto the still-composed Yang Teng.

It was the Horn of Slaughter, Liu Erlong!