"Teacher Wu, we're ready."
After completing all their strategic and tactical arrangements, Tang Wulin took the initiative to call out to Wu Changkong. His voice echoed through the spacious indoor training hall, carrying the steadiness of someone fully prepared.
"Mm."
Wu Changkong gave a slight nod, opened his eyes, and rose from where he had been leaning against the wall. He walked onto the training platform at an unhurried pace.
His movements were casual, without any unnecessary stance or flourish, as though he were merely walking from one place to another. Yet that composure itself pressed an invisible weight into the air.
Tang Wulin and the other six immediately followed him onto the training platform, taking up positions opposite Wu Changkong.
The seven stood in a line. Their formation was not especially neat, but there was clear spacing and room for coordination between each of them.
"Element Storm!"
With Gu Yue's sharp shout, her first Soul Ring lit up beneath her feet, its glow clear and steady.
In the next instant, a vast mass of thick water mist surged across the previously calm training platform.
The mist was formed from a mixture of wind and water elements. The wind swept the vapor outward, rapidly covering the entire platform and obscuring everyone's vision in a white, chaotic haze.
Yet within that dense fog, only one figure retained a distinct outline of light—Wu Changkong's body glowed with a faint golden halo. It was a marker formed by light elements precisely attached to his body, allowing the seven to barely judge his position through the mist.
Seeing this, the other six did not hesitate in the slightest. Following the plan, they summoned their Martial Souls and charged straight at him.
Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi rushed at the front, their Soul Rings lighting