Imperial Fighting Team? More Like the Soybean Team!

Ye Lin raised his right hand, and all five Qi Soul Clones moved at once.

Two clones charged toward Osler.

Osler had not managed to dodge completely.

The two Qi Soul Clones were already upon him. One punched at his face while the other circled around to his rear flank, cutting off his retreat.

Osler could only deal with the two Qi Soul Clones with everything he had.

The other two clones collected Flying Mushroom Sausages from Oscar.

The instant they swallowed them, three pairs of transparent wings unfurled from their backs. They soared into the air and lunged straight at Yu Feng, who hovered high above.

Yu Feng circled through the air with Yu Tianheng in his arms. When he saw the two golden figures flying up, his expression changed. He fiercely beat his wings and climbed higher, but the two Qi Soul Clones flew even faster than he had expected. They closed in from both sides, sealing off his ascent route.

Forced to keep circling through the air with Yu Tianheng, Yu Feng could no longer provide any support to the battlefield below.

Ye Lin himself carried Xiao Wu, passing through the gap blasted open by the purple mist alongside the final Qi Soul Clone.

With Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track unleashed to its fullest, he left an afterimage across the platform as he headed straight for Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

Shi Mo rushed in from the side. Tortoise shells condensed around his arms again as he tried to block Ye Lin's path.

Ye Lin did not even slow down. The Dark Gold Dreadclaw on his right hand slashed down, and its claw light struck Shi Mo's newly formed tortoise shell. With a crisp crack, the shell split down the middle, fragments scattering everywhere.

Shi Mo was blasted