"This is bad!"
"Tai Tan is being brutally suppressed. If this goes on, it won't be long before he starts to crumble."
Yan Shaozhe was no weakling himself, and he had the discernment to match.
He could tell that level 99 was level 99. Tai Tan, at level 98, simply could not contend with it.
Just then, however, an emerald light descended upon Tai Tan, instantly restoring his condition.
"Elder Zhuang has stepped in!"
Delighted, Yan Shaozhe looked toward the source of the light and saw Elder Zhuang hovering in midair, jade-green light gleaming in his hands.
"Yan Shaozhe, leave this to me. Go help the others first."
Elder Zhuang's voice drifted over.
"Elder Zhuang, please be careful!"
With that, Yan Shaozhe turned and joined the battle in the distance.
His opponent was a Titled Douluo from the Holy Spirit Cult-none other than their Consecrated Douluo, Crow Douluo.
His martial soul could fly, and so could Crow Douluo's.
His martial soul was the Bright Phoenix, while Crow Douluo's was a darkness-attribute crow. He was perfectly capable of winning.
The others' battles had also reached a fever pitch.
But everyone knew that the deciding battle was still the one between Long Xiaoyao and Tai Tan. If Long Xiaoyao won, victory would belong to the Holy Spirit Cult. If Long Xiaoyao lost, victory would belong to Shrek Academy.
Even if the Holy Spirit Cult lost, however, they might rise again.
If Shrek Academy lost, they would truly have lost everything, plummeting into ruin and perhaps even having their name erased from the Douluo Continent.
Tai Tan, you have to rise to the occasion. Shrek Academy's future rests on your shoulders.
Yan Shaozhe prayed inwardly.
Meanwhile.
At the Sea God's Pavilion.
"Xiaoya, Xiaoya!"
Bei Bei rushed into the Sea God's Pavilion, shouting in