Broken Blade Drinks Blood · Phoenix Fire Scorches the Plains (3)

This was the Sea Shark Gang's crippled formation unleashing its full power!

They knew they were far from their peak, knew their chances of victory were slim, yet they poured all their rage, humiliation, resentment, and madness into this single assault!

Whale Surge's charge was their blade.

Hai Yansheng's domain and water web were their net.

Hai Qiunan's Poison Burst and tentacles were their venom.

Zhang Yao's tentacles were their control.

Shui Wuzhou's twin pincers were their shield.

This was the final song of cornered beasts, a desperate charge with no way back!

Facing this combined offensive like roaring mountains and crashing seas, the five members of the Li Family stood immovable, like reefs that had existed since ancient times.

Li Xuanqing stood at the center of the battle formation.

His calm gaze swept over Whale Surge charging straight at them, the spreading poison mist and tentacles, and the invisible, intangible water web. In his mind, the entire battlefield seemed to have been slowed down. Every fluctuation of Soul Power, every trajectory of attack, every enemy's position and condition—all of it was clearly broken down, analyzed, and judged.

Though the Sea Shark Gang's offensive was fierce, it was the final struggle of spent crossbows. Whale Surge's charge looked fearless, but it was riddled with openings; Hai Qiunan's Poison Burst was imposing, but his Soul Power could no longer sustain prolonged, high-intensity tentacle regeneration; Zhang Yao's tentacles were highly effective at disrupting them, but her Soul Power and mental strength were visibly draining away; Shui Wuzhou guarded the flank, and that ruined leg ensured that he could not quickly reinforce any battlefield.

What they wanted was a chaotic melee.

A chaotic melee was the weak's gamble, their final attempt to muddy the waters and fish for an opportunity.

And what