(Second update)
"Crash! Crash! Crash!"
Although Elder Tian had done his utmost to concentrate the power of his Soul Skill, Dragon's Majesty, on Yang Ming, some of it inevitably spilled out. The dragon's might instantly extinguished the Soul Flames in the eye sockets of the Skeleton Soldiers left over from the battle with the Holy Dragon Sect's rescue party, reducing them to heaps of white bones on the ground.
Even Tang San, who was watching the battle from the treetops, grew dizzy and fell from the tree.
Had Tang San not undergone hellish training under Tang Hao over the past few months, tempering his mental strength along the way, something truly disastrous might have happened.
He caught the trunk with one hand with great difficulty, arresting his fall, and barely managed to lift his weary eyelids.
Before he could congratulate himself on his narrow escape, Yang Ming's familiar, wild laughter rang out across the battlefield.
"The lot of you are still no match for me!"
At those words, Tang San instinctively looked toward the source of the voice and witnessed a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Not just him—even Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Xiao Wu, who were hiding in the woods, felt their hearts race.
Beneath the dappled moonlight, Yang Ming's black hair danced wildly behind his head. Even with the Demon Mask concealing his face, it could not hide the imperious brilliance bursting from his eyes. He stood with his arms folded across his chest, showing no intention of dodging as Elder Xiao and Elder Tian attacked from the front and rear, despite facing Soul Skills capable of affecting space itself.
Of course, he had the confidence to refuse to dodge.
The Zhurong Avatar, formed by the fusion of the Flame Demon King