Be Prepared, Charge!

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Seeing the smug grin on Tang San's face, Yang Ming really wanted to grind his face into the ground.

Yang Ming half-lidded his eyes and said speechlessly,

"You really went to great lengths to deal with me, setting up so many traps."

"Couldn't be helped." Tang San shrugged and spread his hands, suppressing a mischievous smile. "Who told you to be so strong?"

Fine, that was a very powerful reason.

"Phew!"

Yang Ming let out a long breath. After releasing the Eight Gates Released Formation, the exhaustion of pushing his body beyond its limits swept over him like a tide. His calf muscles twitched faintly; clearly, that supersonic burst had not come without a price, and it had greatly affected his meridians.

Even the Soul Power within him had been nearly drained, since it had needed to cling to his body and resist the damage caused by supersonic speed. There was little left now, at most enough for Yang Ming to use a Soul Skill once or twice. Better than nothing.

His eyelids felt so heavy that they nearly closed several times. Yang Ming barely steadied himself, raised a hand to wipe away the sweat sliding from his cheek to his chin, and fixed his gaze on the village entrance.

There, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were escorting Oscar into the village.

Perhaps because victory seemed within reach, Dai Mubai raised a middle finger at Yang Ming from afar. It was infuriating!

Yang Ming had truly never expected the seven of them to entrust the real flag to Oscar, a support-type Soul Master. On that point, Yang Ming had to admit that they had been quite clever.

Seeing that Yang Ming's stamina and Soul Power were nearly exhausted, Tang San said with considerable glee,

"Yang Ming, don't