The Encirclement Held More Than Just Tang San

After Su Chen said, "They're here," he didn't say another word.

He raised a hand, making an extremely brief gesture—the Shadow Leopards understood.

Ten Nether Shadow Leopards vanished from everyone's sight within half a second. Not even a blade of grass beneath their feet stirred. They spread out in a fan toward the southeast and advanced at top speed.

"Don't move," Su Chen told the six of them.

No one asked why.

Chu Yao's right hand hung within her sleeve, the scorch mark on her little finger still throbbing. The burning sensation raced from her fingertip into her palm. She clenched her hand but said nothing.

Yan Wuji's breathing was half a beat heavier than usual. He had pushed the Ice-Sealing Domain too hard earlier, draining thirty percent of his reserves. It would not recover anytime soon.

Jiang Tieyi was more direct.

He held out his hands and looked at them. Six of his ten fingers were split open, the blood already congealed into dark-red scabs. He clenched his fists, hissed, then loosened them again.

Six Soul Kings. They had only just obtained their fifth Spirit Rings, and their Soul Power had yet to stabilize.

Two Titled Douluo auras lay across the southeast.

Level ninety-five.

Su Chen had calculated it clearly—himself, the six of them, and all fifty summoned creatures brought out at once. They might be able to fight one Titled Douluo.

Against two, they would not have enough lives to lose.

"Wait."

He crouched down and pressed his palm to the ground, pushing his spiritual power forward along the Shadow Leopards' sensory link.

The Shadow Leopards were fast. Their views from ten directions shattered into fragments and surged back.

East-southeast.

Eleven red-robed Soul Masters, their cultivation between level seventy and seventy-five, were advancing laterally along the ridgeline. Their