Chen Xiaojun sent a black-clothed Soul Ancestor flying with a slash of his sword, then glanced at the fighting around him. Seeing reinforcements arrive, he said to Ou Ya, "Uncle Ou Ya, we aren't in any real danger yet. Sorry for the trouble, but could you help Grandma Liu take down that Soul Douluo leader with the Dark Demon Dragon?"
"Yes, Uncle Ou Ya, don't worry. We'll definitely be fine. Go ahead," Xixi chimed in sweetly.
Having experienced large-scale warfare, they really found this child's play and had handled it with ease from the outset. They were nothing like the other children, including those of the Ji and Liu families, whom the adults had long since ushered into the rear courtyard for protection.
Ou Ya nodded in agreement with Chen Xiaojun and Xixi's suggestion. As a seasoned Soul Douluo, he could naturally see where the key to the battle lay.
Of the Black-Clothed Men's four Soul Douluos, three were at a disadvantage against the Ji Family's two elders and Zhu Yanfeng. Only their leader, Yan Shenglong, possessed formidable strength, trading blows with Liu Yirong on equal footing.
Liu Yirong and Yan Shenglong had both expended a tremendous amount of energy in their fight. Now that the Black-Clothed Men were at a disadvantage, this was the perfect opportunity to turn the tide.
"Be careful. I'll be right back," Ou Ya reminded them. Then he moved, becoming a streak of light as he sped toward Liu Yirong and Yan Shenglong's battlefield.
Liu Yirong was beginning to feel that her strength could no longer match her resolve. Although she had blocked all of Yan Shenglong's earlier attacks, her soul power was almost exhausted. Seeing Ou Ya fly over to support her, a flicker of delight crossed her eyes.
Although she had never met