Only after Wu Feng and Chen Yong had defeated their opponents did Jiang Hai casually subdue the thousand-year Diamond Tiger. He grabbed its upper jaw and forced its mouth shut with one hand, drawing cries of pain, then hurled it straight to the referee.
Du Weilun did not know whether to laugh or cry at the sight, but a wild idea also rose in his heart. He wanted to see just where Jiang Hai's limits truly lay!
The battle had lasted more than an hour. Everyone was utterly exhausted, their soul power heavily depleted. They sat pale-faced on the ground to recover as sunlight filtered down through the treetops.
Encountering five thousand-year soul beasts at once was still far too difficult for them. To finish off their opponents more quickly, Chen Yong and Wu Feng had unleashed one burst after another, leaving their soul power completely drained by the end. That alone showed how fierce the battle had been.
Jiang Hai walked to the edge of the group to stand guard. After this assessment, Class Three's overall strength would improve to some extent. Under such pressure, their latent potential had been drawn out as well.
Once those five soul beasts had been defeated, the forest grew quiet again.
Yet this seemed to be the calm before the storm, with rain gathering over the mountains.
Rumble!
Two hours later, everyone had recovered their soul power. Almost as though it had arrived precisely on cue, a thunderous rumbling that shook the earth and mountains drew steadily closer.
"That's..." Even without a warning from Jiang Hai, the students of Class Three saw an utterly shocking sight: seventeen thousand-year soul beasts charging toward them in a pack, kicking up clouds of dust that filled the sky.
"Seventeen thousand-year soul beasts?" Some of the more