Everyone else still had the leisure to chatter, but Zhou Yi, who was caught in the thick of it, was falling apart.
Was the boy before her really only thirteen?
He was far too fierce.
Never mind anything else-not one of her students had even half of Qin Xiao's fighting strength.
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz...
Just then, ripples spread through the air.
One soul cannon shell after another reached Zhou Yi almost simultaneously, their terrifying might enough to chill anyone's blood.
"It's over. This time, it's truly over."
The last trace of color drained from Zhou Yi's already pale face.
Her eyes filled with despair.
Never mind that she was already gravely wounded-even uninjured, she could never withstand the bombardment of more than a dozen fixed-mounted soul cannon shells.
She knew that when those shells fully erupted, she would meet her end.
Was this how I, Zhou Yi, would end my life?
A profound unwillingness welled up within her.
Unfortunately, she had trapped the only person present who could save her inside Absolute Defense. She could no longer count on Du Weilun.
"Fan Yu, I'm sorry. I was wrong. If I'd known this would happen, I really should have taken more soul tools to protect myself."
"If there's another life, I'll never resist soul tools so stubbornly again."
Deep regret also surged through Zhou Yi's heart.
As a traditional soul master, she was just like the others: she looked down on soul engineers.
She believed that anyone who relied on outside forces to increase their strength would crumble at a single blow.
Thus, of the many soul tools Fan Yu had given her before leaving, she had kept only the Level 8 Absolute Defense. She had tossed all the others back to him.
She had even impatiently declared that all those