"You..."
Yu Tianheng's face was as pale as paper. For the first time, he felt humiliation unlike anything he had ever known.
The lightning around him seemed to sense his fury too, raging like a violent storm.
Yu Tianheng raised a hand to cover his face, leaving one eye exposed, and declared arrogantly.
"I never imagined you had a trump card like this, but you're still only a Soul Emperor, while I've already grasped the power of a Soul Saint!"
"Let's see how many attacks that eye of yours can block!"
"No matter what, defeat is the only end waiting for you!"
Chen Jue shook his head and laughed disdainfully. His laughter pierced Yu Tianheng's last psychological defense like a sharp sword.
"You forcibly raised your strength to that of a Soul Saint. Although you can use a Martial Soul Avatar, you still fall short of a true Soul Saint's power."
"Besides, how long can you maintain your current strength?"
"Never mind how long you can endure that power. Your teammates alone are bound to buckle under the strain!"
"And Ye Lingling, who initiated it, is already on the verge of collapse!"
Those words were like wisdom poured straight into his head, jolting Yu Tianheng out of his confusion.
A flicker of conflict crossed his eyes before he glanced at Ye Lingling.
She was drenched in sweat, her breathing rapid, her exquisitely beautiful face tinged with pallor.
She resembled a little white flower swaying in the wind, a sight that stirred pity.
And she was not the only one. The others were also close to collapse, as though their souls had been drained away.
That last attack had consumed most of their soul power.
"Everyone, hold on a little longer. I'm about to unleash my final attack!"
"This strike will