Ma Hongjun took two steps forward, spread the phoenix wings on his back, and charged toward Feng Xiaotian and the others as they attacked.
"Feng Xiaotian, come fight me!"
As he spoke, the yellow soul ring beneath Ma Hongjun's feet lit up.
"First soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
Feng Xiaotian snorted at the scorching ray hurtling toward him.
"The donkey has run out of tricks! Keep attacking-they can't hold out much longer!"
With that, he condensed two wind blades around his arms and charged at Ma Hongjun.
"Not good-wait, I've got it!"
Tang San's first reaction upon seeing Ma Hongjun charge out was that they were in trouble. With Ma Hongjun's abilities, he stood no chance against Feng Xiaotian in aerial combat.
Flying out blindly like that only gave their opponent an opening.
Just as he was about to curse Ma Hongjun for disobeying orders, an idea suddenly struck him.
After the match began, he had planted blue silver grass seeds on everyone to make it easier to control the entire battlefield and rescue them in time.
Hadn't they been forced into passive defense precisely because they were at a disadvantage in the air?
Once Feng Xiaotian approached Ma Hongjun, he could use Ma Hongjun as a host and make his grass bloom in midair!
At worst, he would drag Feng Xiaotian down. If it worked well, he could bind more than half the people in the air.
Then he would only need a moment to drain them dry, and victory would be his for the taking.
At that thought, Tang San saw Feng Xiaotian about to close in on Ma Hongjun and shouted.
"Fatty, charge in and disrupt them!"
Ma Hongjun's scalp prickled at those words. *Is that something a human being would say? Charge in? I can't even