The pressure of a Blue Silver Grass martial soul?
How was that possible? Blue Silver Grass was a useless martial soul. How could it exert pressure on his Golden Toad Vine?
What a joke!
"How did Xiao San break through to Soul King?" Zhao Wuji cried out.
"This should be related to his father," Yu Xiaogang said. Although he had his suspicions, the moment Tang San's fifth soul ring appeared, he could not help but feel shocked.
Fifteen years old—a fifteen-year-old Soul King. He had never even seen one before.
With a control-type Soul King in the Shrek Team, their combat strength had improved considerably, yet they still struggled against the White Light Team.
The White Light Team's captain possessed the Ice Armor Beast martial soul. His outstanding strength and defense allowed him to withstand Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun head-on without falling behind in the slightest.
In terms of martial soul quality, he was a notch inferior to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, but in Soul Power Level, he held an enormous advantage.
Dai Mubai had repeatedly asked Zhu Zhuqing to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but she refused every time, leaving him extremely enraged.
Why won't you use our Martial Soul Fusion Skill with me? Even if they're Soul Kings, they can't possibly stand against our Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Dai Mubai fumed inwardly.
But in the end, he did not say it aloud.
"Fatty, change tactics."
"Got it!"
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun each took out a Mushroom Sausage and immediately swallowed it. This was Oscar's third soul skill, which granted them the ability to fly.
They suddenly flew over the White Light Team's captain and shifted their target to the opposing control-type Soul King.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing closed in from the left and