"Captain, should we take the initiative?"
Zhang Yangzi asked in a low voice.
The past twenty-odd minutes of fighting had eased his taut nerves a little. There were indeed more soul beasts in the Spirit Ascension Platform during the Rampage Period, and attacks came more readily, but so far, at least, they had not encountered a crisis they truly could not handle.
Tang Wulin did not answer immediately.
He crouched on the ground, pressing his left hand against the soil.
The Little Ant soul spirit lay beside the backs of his fingers, its antennae trembling ever so slightly, as though listening to sounds from deep underground.
Only after a moment did Tang Wulin say, "No rush."
"We'll talk about it after an hour."
"Within the first hour, we don't need to take risks on purpose."
Zhang Yangzi nodded.
Just then, his face suddenly went white.
His whole body swayed violently, as though something had slammed into him from behind.
"Oh no!"
He cried out, "Little Black!"
All five looked up almost simultaneously.
They saw a vast yellow-green net falling silently from deep within the canopy.
The net was enormous.
Like a rotting storm cloud, it descended over their heads, carrying a pungent, sickly-sweet stench.
At the same time, a shriek rang out overhead, so agonized it almost shattered.
Several spear-like limbs had impaled Zhang Yangzi's Dark Eagle Hatchling soul spirit.
Those limbs were long and slender, their tips gleaming with yellow-green poison as they tore through the Dark Eagle Hatchling's spiritual body like blades.
The Dark Eagle Hatchling struggled frantically, but its form turned insubstantial in an instant.
A moment later, it was forcibly broken apart into dark specks of light that scattered beneath the canopy.
"Urgh!"
Zhang Yangzi groaned, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
Although soul spirits did