"Ah, what are we supposed to do next? Teacher Wu said he was even going to use Soul Skills... How are we supposed to fight that?!"
Having lost all fighting spirit, Xie Xie lay sprawled across the cushion like a rotten salted fish with its bones removed.
His limbs were spread wide in a perfect "big" shape, his arms stretched straight out to either side and his legs completely splayed apart.
From head to toe, he radiated the air of someone who had given up on treatment.
His face was filled with despondency, the corners of his mouth drooping as he stared half-lidded at the ceiling. His gaze was so vacant that it looked as though something had already hollowed out his soul.
It was no wonder he had no desire to fight at all.
Previously, even without using Soul Skills, Wu Changkong had ground him, Tang Wulin, and Gu Yue into the floor.
The feeling of being utterly crushed was still etched into his muscle memory. Every time he recalled it, a profound sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.
Now that Wu Changkong could use Soul Skills, was there even the slightest chance they could win?
"Tch!"
Beside him, Zhang Yangzi clicked his tongue disdainfully at Xie Xie's surrender-before-the-fight attitude. He was not loud, but everyone around him could hear it clearly.
His eyes rolled up slightly, his gaze openly filled with contempt and scorn, as though he were looking at a coward who did not even dare to try.
Then, with absolute certainty, he voiced his speculation and judgment, his tone brimming with the confidence of someone thinking, You people are way too timid.
"He's only a teacher. At most, he's just a Soul King. If we all attack together, it's not like we have no chance