His left arm had been melted away in an instant by Ma Xiaotao's black-flamed fire phoenix.
Damn it!
Ma Rulong tightly clenched his sole remaining right fist.
To him, sacrificing an arm was of little consequence. Mingdetang had plenty of soul-tool arms made with relatively mature technology.
He only hated himself for not decisively shouting his surrender sooner.
In this state, how much strength would he have left for the upcoming one-on-one matches?
At that moment, in the rest areas on either side of the arena, thick white steam rose above Ma Xiaotao's head, a sign that Huo Yuhao was doing everything he could to help her suppress her evil fire.
On Ma Rulong's side, the accompanying physician's healing system skills rained down on him as though they cost nothing, lighting his body with one green halo after another.
Of the two, one had no attention to spare for the strange resonance between the soul power inside her and Huo Yuhao's soul power, while the other did not even glance at his lost arm.
Both stared unblinkingly at the Soul Fighting Arena, with only one thought remaining in their hearts.
We have to win the team battle!
On the Soul Fighting Arena.
By then, the golden cloud dragons on Chen Ping's Barbarian Elephant Staff had turned golden-red.
Every time Chen Ping swung his staff, an afterimage remained in place, preserving his final image at the end of that swing.
Chen Ping's face was deathly pale. His physical stamina was already on the verge of exhaustion.
By contrast, the soul power inside him was still nearly full, thanks to that string of Milk Bottles.
Although the Chen brothers before him bore quite a few injuries, they still had abundant soul power. Their coordination was so seamless that they seemed like a