"Aba aba aba aba."
Looking at the Soul Tool Fortress hovering high in the sky, Han Yu was even more dumbfounded.
Originally, he had at least thought he might be able to close in with his shield martial soul, find a gap in his opponent's fortress, and deal some effective damage. But looking at it now, how the hell was he supposed to fight that?!
Which of his soul skills could fucking reach a hundred meters into the air?
Han Yu had nothing against soul tools, but the problem was that his sect really did not have enough money to equip every soul master with a Flying Soul Tool that could easily cost over a thousand Gold Soul Coins.
Precisely because of that, he could only stare helplessly at He Caitou in the sky and await the verdict on his fate.
Clouds of thick smoke drifted out of the Sky Fortress. They were not particularly noticeable at first, but soon the smoke grew denser and more conspicuous.
Could the Sky Fortress under He Caitou's control have suddenly suffered an accident and caught fire?
Just as Han Yu grew excited, He Caitou finished smoking his cigar inside the cockpit and placed the remaining cigars in a dedicated equipment box.
After the boosts from several cigars, his condition had now reached its peak.
The soul power in three Level 6 Sealed Milk Bottles was drained in an instant. The Sealed Milk Bottle technology developed by Teacher Xuan Ziwen, whom Huo Yuhao had lured over, had already been applied to every aspect of Shrek's soul tools.
The Super-Concentrated Energy Cannon instantly turned entirely incandescent white. An indescribable sense of terror spread through the air above the entire Competition Platform. Being locked onto by a Level 7 Super-Concentrated Energy Cannon felt practically no different