"Feel the helplessness of having your soul attacked," the swordsman said with a confident smile. "Inside my sword formation, I am invincible."
Dizzy and disoriented, Old Ninth looked at his opponents.
All three wore black clothes and face masks.
Unable to concentrate, Old Ninth could not even gauge their strength.
"Hurry. The Wasteland Artifact has a time limit."
The swordsman raised his hand to check the time and urged them on.
This was the Eight-Nine Group's headquarters, with many experts below the stage.
Once they got bogged down, leaving would be difficult.
"Kill!"
The spearman thrust his spear straight at Old Ninth.
Old Ninth thrust out his chest, meeting the spear head-on.
"Dodge!"
Ji Min was alarmed.
Old Ninth smiled confidently.
Smack.
The spearhead stopped an inch in front of Old Ninth.
The three stared in disbelief at Little White Tiger, whose brow shone with golden light.
"Your Qi is gone! Why can you still resist my Soul-Shocking?"
The swordsman lost his composure and roared.
Little White Tiger's perfect condition made him wonder whether his sword formation had stopped working.
"Going after my buddy? Did you ask me first?"
The corners of Little White Tiger's mouth rose.
The Pseudo-Divine Body was immune to all soul attacks.
"You almost... got me there!"
Old Ninth gave the three a thumbs-up.
The Flamethrower burned away everyone's Qi, leaving them unable to resist the swordsman's soul attacks.
Then the spearman delivered the killing blow with a frontal assault.
Anyone else would probably have fallen to a single surprise attack.
After all, there was only one Pseudo-Divine Body in the world.
"So what? You can't protect both of them alone!"
The spearman grinned viciously, raised his spear, and thrust again.
The thrust carried immense force, and the Astral Wind around the spear carved a long