Selection Match 7

As an upperclassman, he had his pride too.

This battle had gone far too badly. Defeat was already unavoidable.

He gritted his teeth and let out an angry roar!

"Damn it, even if I'm eliminated, I'm taking someone down with me...!"

"Third Soul Skill, Golden Eagle Thrust!"

A resounding eagle cry rang out from his Martial Soul. Golden light blazed even brighter around the Golden Eagle's beak as he broke into a sprint, transforming into a streak of gold as he charged toward Dai Yueheng.

"Not good!"

Yue Ling bit down hard on his lower lip, his sharp fang tearing through the flesh as a thin trail of crimson blood slowly ran down from the corner of his mouth.

What should he do? What should he do?

His heart was filled with anxiety.

The enemy's attack was too fast. He simply did not have time to shield Dai Yueheng...

No, he could not give up yet. He absolutely could not let anything happen to Dai Yueheng! After all, Dai Yueheng had acted according to his plan.

At that instant, Yue Ling shouted.

"Third Soul Skill, Golden Stamen Piercing Ray Strike!"

The crystal at the center of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum formed instantly without any buildup. It made not a sound as it shot out, chasing after the Power Attack Type battle Soul Elder.

Faster, faster!

Yue Ling urged it over and over in his heart, wanting the attack to move just a little faster.

The crystal formed by the third Soul Skill and the opponent's Golden Eagle Thrust became pursuer and pursued, staging a desperate chase across the battlefield.

As the distance steadily closed.

Just as the golden crystal was about to touch its opponent, the Soul Master's attack had already drawn close behind Dai Yueheng.

He instinctively turned