The icy mist gradually dispersed, revealing Xiao Yi's figure. She stood calmly where she was.
How should one describe this situation?
With just one Soul Skill, Xiao Yi had successfully canceled out Zhan Ruoxi's combined fourth and fifth skills. The gulf in their strength shocked everyone present.
Even the adults from Ice Seal Academy could not keep their expressions from changing.
Only Han Yiyu's expression remained unchanged.
But remaining unchanged was itself a kind of change.
Mei Changge sighed inwardly. One ranked first, the other eighteenth. It seems the gap really is considerable.
What he did not know, however, was that Xiao Yi was still taking it easy.
In fact, Xiao Yi had carefully controlled the power of this Soul Skill, keeping it from being fully unleashed.
Although her Soul Ring's color had changed, its essence had not. It was still the innate Soul Skill of that twenty-thousand-year-old Falling Star Vine.
Back on Zhongnan Mountain, the tidal waves had stretched nearly a hundred meters long and risen twenty to thirty meters high, easily smashing dozens of Silver Wolves ahead of her into the air.
Against a charging formation of over a hundred Silver Wolves, her Soul Skill had washed them into scattered fragments.
Now, however, the tidal waves she released were only a few dozen meters long and a dozen or so meters high. Their power was not even a third of what it had been that day.
More importantly, as long as this Soul Skill did not overload and overheat, its tidal surges could continue indefinitely.
During that encounter in the mountains, Xiao Yi had unleashed ten or so successive waves. This time, she had released only three.
But such precise control was exactly what Xiao Yi pursued.
Even setting aside Chen Cong's constant personal instruction, the Ten Thousand