Time rewound to the start of the match.
Wang Dong spread her wings, their magnificent patterns inspiring involuntary admiration.
Facing her, Wu Feng's expression shifted slightly at the sight of those dazzling wings, but an excited smile soon appeared on her face.
"Beauty is useless. Strength is king!" She thrust out her left hand, sending a crimson dragon claw wreathed in flames toward Wang Dong.
To her, Wang Dong's move was sheer stupidity. They were both rank twenty-four, but with Ning Tian supporting her, how could she possibly lose a head-on clash?
Holding the rear, Ning Tian paid no attention to Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er's battles. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Huo Yuhao, who was likewise standing at the back.
His earlier contempt had unsettled her slightly, but once she calmed down, a host of questions arose.
That Huo Yuhao's first soul ring has been glowing all this time. Is he using a soul skill? What is his martial soul?
Huo Yuhao... Why would their team be named after him? Could he actually be their core?
She studied Huo Yuhao in puzzlement. A confident, disdainful smile remained on his face, and his gaze seemed fixed on Wu Feng.
Just then, Huo Yuhao raised his right hand slightly and pressed it beside his eye. The first soul ring behind him, which had been giving off a faint white glow, suddenly brightened, seemingly tinged with pale blue.
What is he doing? An ominous premonition swept through Ning Tian, and she hurriedly turned toward Wu Feng.
Wu Feng was about to clash with Wang Dong. Excitement filled her face as she shouted, "Witness my Dragon's..."
Suddenly, her voice cut off. Every flame on her body went out. She remained poised to attack, but her expression and movements seemed frozen in place.