"Bzz!"
As the Death Messenger slid along, he used Eye Poke (Yao Haoxuan), then R Flash (Soul Skill) to adjust his position, knocking Yao Haoxuan toward Xuan Zi and thereby achieving Shifting Position.
"Watch out!"
Wang Yan's eyes widened.
The shock wave had knocked him down moments earlier, and his head was still swimming. Seeing the Death Messenger hurl a corpse bomb at Xuan Zi, he hurriedly ordered the reserve team members to hit the ground again.
"Until we meet again!"
Having pulled off that spectacular play, the Death Messenger turned with a flourish and sprinted toward the secret passage, carrying the half-dead Chen Zifeng, whose body had been reduced to its upper half.
"Damn it!" Xuan Zi's face flushed crimson.
To contain the Corpse Explosion, he had no choice but to temporarily abandon his pursuit.
After all, the reserve team members around him had just been knocked over by the aftershock and were completely defenseless. If these students died too, he might as well kill himself to atone.
Lowering Yao Haoxuan's body to the ground, Xuan Zi's face filled with grief and fury.
It was like a full-health warrior getting completely outplayed by an enemy assassin on a sliver of health, who unleashed a dazzling combo before escaping with that sliver intact.
In other words... Red-Temperature Rage.
"Roar!"
Xuan Zi bellowed and lunged after him.
Only as Xuan Zi's figure receded into the distance did calm gradually return.
Wang Yan hurried to check everyone's injuries.
The gruesome scene was horrifying to behold.
His heart turned ice-cold.
Their original lineup had been at its peak; they could have won the championship playing with their feet. But now?
Even making it into the finals would be a problem.
"Brother! Are you all right?" Ignoring the blood covering his own body, Dai