Ice Phoenix

The moment the Ice Phoenix spread its wings, the entire arena vanished into the blizzard.

Ice feathers swirled around Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu. The enormous Martial Soul phantom rose past the arena railings and nearly touched the Soul Fighting Arena's vaulted ceiling. The audience fell silent, tier by tier. Everyone could feel the cold; the seven from Shrek, who bore its full force, had it far worse.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Ice and Snow Drifting, Ice Phoenix."

Grandmaster slowly spoke its name.

Shui Bing'er's voice came from deep within the storm.

"There's still time to leave the attack range."

She did not attack at once. She gave Shrek time to choose.

Tang San gazed at the phoenix's eyes, formed from ice crystals, and made his decision.

If that power struck them head-on, Ning Rongrong and Oscar would not withstand it. Zhu Zhuqing had only just broken through, and her Soul Power had yet to stabilize. Xiao Wu and Ma Hongjun were in no shape to take the blow either.

One win or loss in the preliminaries was not worth risking six lives alongside his.

"Oscar, supplies."

Oscar was ready. Recovery Big Sausages flew toward the others one after another. When he handed the last one to Tang San, his palms were slick with cold sweat, and his Soul Power was nearly drained.

"Little San, knock her down."

"Don't worry."

Tang San ate the sausage. Blue Silver Grass coiled around his six teammates' waists and carried them out of the arena one by one.

Xiao Wu looked back at him when she landed by the railing.

"Be careful."

Tang San nodded.

Oscar landed last. His legs buckled, and he had to grab the railing to steady himself. Days of consecutive matches and the desperate effort of supplying everyone just now