Yan

"So..."

"No need to send Yanyan up. I'll do it. One against fourteen—the advantage is mine."

Before Qin Ming could announce the lineup, Yun Tian stepped forward and took on the responsibility.

"What?! X-Xiaotian, are you serious?"

Yun Tian nodded. "I'll put pressure on them. Even if I ultimately lose, there won't be any risk of defeat in the losers' bracket!"

His meaning was clear. During the one-on-one matches, he would not end the battles easily. Instead, he would find ways to drain their Soul Power and stamina, ensuring that before they could wear down the Imperial Battle Team, they would be exhausted first.

Besides, he was a Soul Emperor fighting a few mere Soul Kings and Soul Ancestors. How could he lose?

His right leg bone possessed powerful regenerative abilities. In the end, it was hard to say who would lose.

"Then good! Let Xiaotian take the field! Be careful."

"Mm."

Qin Ming did not hesitate any longer and directly reported their lineup to the referee. The other two teams had yet to make their decisions, so they still had to wait for a while.

On the high platform.

Watching the three teams below from different sides, Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with amusement. Her plan was absolutely foolproof! With the Imperial Battle Team not at full strength, she refused to believe Nana and the others could not defeat them.

Ning Fengzhi discreetly glanced at Bibi Dong. Upon seeing the upward curve of her lips, he quickly looked away again, uneasiness rising in his heart. What scheme was this woman Bibi Dong plotting now?

Huyan Zhen, the sect master of the Elephant Armor Sect beside him, sensed nothing unusual. He continued watching the discussions among the three teams below with great interest.

After all, his Martial Soul was the