Boom-
Amid terrifying fluctuations of soul power, more than twenty beams of light suddenly shot toward those third-year students.
No one had time to react. The beams had appeared far too suddenly, and they were incredibly fast.
The students stared blankly as the beams shot toward them. Their bodies suddenly felt weightless, the scenery before their eyes shifted, and they vanished from the Soul Fighting Arena in an instant.
"You're eliminated," Xuan Zi said flatly.
Only then did those third-year students realize they had been rescued and brought outside the arena, spared the bombardment of those terrifying beams.
That dense barrage of light had come from soul tools. Of everyone present, the only one who used soul tools as his primary means of attack was He Caitou, a Core Disciple of the Soul Tool Department.
He was already the tallest and most powerfully built among them. Now, covered in a dense array of metal barrels, he resembled a merciless war machine.
"Nicely done, Brother Caitou." Huo Yuhao and He Caitou exchanged smiles.
He had not coordinated with He Caitou beforehand. He had merely used a few little tricks.
Huo Yuhao had first applied Spiritual Detection Sharing to everyone present at once. Once he decided on his targets, he cut off their Spiritual Sharing and focused everyone else's field of vision on them.
Over the past year, He Caitou's accuracy with soul tools had steadily improved with Huo Yuhao's assistance. Without that assistance, however, he was nowhere near as accurate.
Now that Huo Yuhao had cut off his view in every other direction, he could not be bothered with anyone else. He simply decided to take out all the targets he could detect with an opening bombardment.
And so, those third-year students were in for a miserable time...
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