Blood stained their robes red as Chen Jianjun and the other two returned, utterly exhausted. Bloodstains clung to them, bearing witness to their life-and-death struggle.
Chen Xiaojun looked at them, smiled faintly, and said, "Big brother, that chase must have been rough. Take a breather first."
Just then, Xiao Yi's Immortal Evergreen Vine swiftly wound around all three of them like a spirit serpent.
Its cool touch seeped into their weary bodies like snowmelt in early spring, calming their heaving chests.
Although it replenished little soul power-Xiao Yi had no soul rings, after all, and could not supply others with soul power continuously like a support-type Soul Master-it did help them regulate their breathing and recover faster.
"Xiaojun, you really predicted it all!" Chen Jianjun looked toward the peaks on either side, his voice full of astonishment.
In truth, Chen Jianjun had wholeheartedly admired Chen Xiaojun's earlier display of intelligence as he unraveled the balance of strength between their forces and the enemy, like drawing silk from a cocoon.
Yet he had harbored a sliver of uncertainty about his predictions and the shifting battle, unsure whether everything would unfold exactly as he expected.
But reality had confirmed Chen Xiaojun's judgment completely.
A piercing eagle cry shot into the heavens, shattering the tranquility of Jade Peak Mountain.
An enormous Azure Shadow Divine Eagle phantom circled above the peak, seven soul rings gleaming brilliantly as they darted around its body like meteors.
Every beat of its wings sent air currents churning. Dozens of flying Soul Masters followed close behind, like a flock of eagles returning to their nest.
Meanwhile, a Stone Armor Boar-shaped Martial Soul Avatar blazed atop the mountain, its imposing presence that of a lone warrior holding a pass against ten thousand men!
Just as Chen Xiaojun had predicted, the