In the lounge, Yu Xiaogang drew a heavy circle around Gu Ling's name. "His spatial soul skills are certainly troublesome, but whenever he appears to attack, he's bound to expose an opening!"
His pen swept across the paper, quickly marking out seven positions.
“Mu Bai, hold the front. Tian Heng and Tai Long, guard the flanks. Xiao San, stay in the middle and connect your teammates with blue silver grass. Wherever he appears, converge on him. Don't give him a chance to pick you off one by one!”
Tang San nodded, his eyes cold.
Back at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Gu Ling had beaten him helpless because he had no teammates beside him. Now that all seven of them were working together, surely they could handle one Gu Ling?
"Fatty, wait until Xiao San restrains him, then use Phoenix Roaring Sky Strike. Oscar and Jiangzhu, stay in the rear. Keep the buffs and healing coming."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Oscar, deliberately emphasizing his next words.
"Your Excited Pink Sausage can counter negative effects. It might even negate the silence from Bone Prison Dragon's Roar. You'll be crucial in this battle."
"Don't worry, Grandmaster!" Oscar patted his chest. "Keep them off me, and I'll give you all the sausages you need!"
"And then there's his fourth soul skill." Yu Xiaogang's pen paused, his knuckles tightening involuntarily. That space cut off from the outside world still haunted his nightmares.
But he quickly suppressed his fear, a cold smile curling his lips instead.
"If he takes one of you away, everyone else rushes the Royal Team's rear line! If their other members try to stop you, Xiao San will hold them back while our power attackers go straight for their supports. The longer he stays in there, the more danger