Phantom Sea Mirage

Yu Tianqing was in slightly better shape, but his chest heaved violently, and the muscles beneath his dragon scales trembled. He, too, was clearly nearing his limit.

On the raised platform, Dai Weisi of the Star Luo Empire delegation could no longer suppress a cold smile.

Defeat was certain!

"It's over."

Qian Heng drew a deep breath. Feeling the Soul Power still abundant within him, he pointed the Coiling Dragon Staff at Lin Wan.

"Lin Wan, you're strong. But you can't win while carrying dead weight."

Jin Chuan gave a savage grin. The Golden Crocodile King's phantom let out a low roar as he and the Agility Attack System Soul Ancestor moved to either side, all but sealing off Lin Wan's retreat.

Ye Qing's face was pale, and the Green Vine's glow had dimmed until it was nearly invisible.

Yu Tianqing stepped forward sharply, placing himself in front of Ye Qing. Lightning flashed in his dragon eyes, along with an unyielding will to fight.

"You don't get to decide who's dead weight," Yu Tianqing said hoarsely, each word as firm as a nail driven into iron.

Lin Wan's gaze passed over Yu Tianqing's faintly trembling back and Ye Qing's stubborn expression, then settled on Qian Heng.

He let out a slow breath, as though emptying himself of every stray thought.

Then he smiled.

It was a faint smile, touched by a trace of weariness, yet it held a calm that made hearts tremble.

"You're right. It's time to end this."

Before his words had faded, the fifth Soul Ring beneath Lin Wan's feet—the mark of a ten-thousand-year ring—blazed with an unprecedented light!

It was not a dazzling glare, but a hazy, flowing pink radiance. Like ink dropped into clear water, it spread rapidly from Lin Wan across the entire arena.