In a flash, Huo Xingling reached the Zhang Toumu brothers. Exasperated by their strength, she had no choice but to block those fierce streaks of sword energy for them.
Only then did Tang Mo look surprised.
He had never expected the Soul Emperors from Shrek Academy to crumble beneath his demon sword, while a mere Soul Ancestor could easily block the sword energy he unleashed.
But how could he have known that Huo Xingling never truly fought alone? Right now, she had two spiritual entities inside her, constantly helping her devise strategies.
"Senior brothers, go deal with the Holy Light Team's agility attackers. I'll handle this Sword Demon."
Huo Xingling's expression was grave. Her gaze did not rest solely on Tang Mo. Zhong Lichen, who had yet to act and stood watching with his arms folded, was the true focus of her attention.
A Soul King serving as the captain of such a powerful team.
Without real strength, that would have been utterly impossible.
Huo Xingling ranked his threat level at the absolute maximum.
"You really don't know your place. You dare let your attention wander while fighting me?" Tang Mo snapped, pointing his demon sword straight at Huo Xingling.
"Thirteen Forms of the Demon Sword, Fourth Form: Sword Shatters the Firmament!"
A cold gleam flashed along the blade. Several fierce streaks of sword energy, laden with terrifying demonic energy, slashed toward Huo Xingling in a triangular formation, completely sealing off every avenue of movement.
"Soul Skill: Ice Emperor Dragon Scorpion Shield!"
A glittering shield of ice materialized out of thin air, effortlessly blocking those fierce slashes and even dissipating them.
The blue Storage Soul Tool at Huo Xingling's waist suddenly flashed, and an enormous rod-shaped object appeared on her shoulder.
The strange, hollow object was three meters long and