A crescent moon hung in the sky. With no soul beasts in Pingshan Forest, it should have been far quieter than other places, yet tonight, thirty-one academy teams had gathered here.
From the moment moonlight appeared, the battles had already begun. Thorn Valley, chosen by Yang Dong's group of four, remained exceptionally quiet from start to finish. Other than the four of them, there was no one else here.
"Ah Yin, if someone comes over, you should be able to sense them in advance, right?"
Yang Dong looked ahead and spoke casually.
"I can. My martial soul is plant-type, so I can sense every blade of grass and tree nearby. Unless they have some special method, I should be able to detect them beforehand."
Ah Yin nodded gently, giving Yang Dong an affirmative answer.
"Impressive. I never expected Ah Yin's martial soul to have such an ability."
Tang Xiao's voice carried a hint of amazement. The world was truly full of wonders.
"It's nothing much. The range I can sense isn't actually very large, and it might be blocked by others. We still have to be careful."
Ah Yin was unusually bashful.
"Someone's coming. They're approaching from the east—a full team of seven. The leader is a Soul King, and the others are all Soul Ancestors. They're moving quickly and should appear before us in five minutes."
The Blue Silver Emperor martial soul flickered between Ah Yin's fingers, conveying information that ordinary people would find difficult to perceive.
"Finally, someone's delivered themselves to us. Brothers, let's show them what we're made of."
Tang Hao grew excited. He swept his gaze around and realized someone was missing.
"Huh? Where's Yang Dong?"
"He left alone right after I gave the direction. And let me tell you something else—your brother went after him