(First update)
Oppressive.
Unbearably oppressive.
At this moment, Yang Ming's string of victories was like an insurmountable mountain weighing down on the heads of the other two academy teams. Even the four Spirit Hall Academy Team members led by Caesar had gone from initial nonchalance to grave expressions.
Because in that short span of time, three members of the Spirit Hall Academy Team had already been defeated by Yang Ming. Granted, one of them had been a Support Spirit Master, and the others were not particularly strong, but they had not even managed to touch the corner of Yang Ming's clothes. That was a little too much!
Looking at the field, aside from the Abomination Yang Ming had summoned from the Gate of the Dead at the beginning, there was now a skeleton squad, a Zombie squad, a Vampire squad, several Liches, and even a Death Knight riding a bone horse.
This... was practically a miniature legion!
Maintaining the Gate of the Dead did not cost Yang Ming much Soul Power. He only consumed some Soul Power whenever he added a new Undead, but after resting for a while, he could restore his Soul Power and maintain a certain balance.
Watching Yang Ming pull out a sliced watermelon from his Nethersea Ring and leisurely munch on it, looking less like he had come to compete and more like he was out on a spring outing, even Pope Bibi Dong, despite her usual composure, could no longer sit still. She could not save face.
If Yang Ming were allowed to effortlessly defeat the Spirit Hall Academy Team one by one, where would she put her face?
Ju Douluo Yue Guan was particularly skilled at reading the room. Since he often stayed by Pope Bibi Dong's side, he had already sensed her