The Fierce God Team's ferocious offensive was dissolved layer by layer by that invisible net. Their punches were still heavy, and their speed was still fast, but they could never strike the most vital spots.
Xiao Wu's forty-fourth-rank Soul Ancestor strength, combined with Bloodburn and Charm, made her like a fish in water on the battlefield.
Whenever a member of the Fierce God Team was about to pose a fatal threat to one of her teammates, a pair of pitch-black eyes flashed at the edge of his vision. Pink mental ripples delayed him for a fraction of a second—enough for the teammate to escape danger.
Three minutes passed.
The Shrek Seven Monsters gradually stabilized their footing after their initially desperate struggle.
The two sides had reached a stalemate.
The spectators in the stands could no longer sit still.
"Fierce Gods! Stop dragging this out! Tear them apart!"
"You can't even take down a bunch of brats? What the hell are you good for?!"
"Meng Li! Put some strength into it!"
Angry shouts surged toward the Soul Fighting Arena like a tide.
In the VIP room, Flender let out a long breath and leaned back in his chair.
"It seems Rongrong and Xiao Wu's Soul Power really isn't unstable." He adjusted his glasses, his tone carrying obvious relief. "This coordination, this control of rhythm—it's solid, genuine skill."
Grandmaster stood beside him, his expression stiff.
After two seconds of silence, he spoke.
"Tang San's Blue Silver Grass has also played a crucial restraining role across the battlefield."
Flender glanced at him.
"If Tang San's Blue Silver Grass hadn't used Entanglement at critical moments, the Fierce God Team's charging formation would never have been broken apart." Grandmaster's voice was calm, his analytical tone as unwavering as ever. "Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu have