Only when the dust cleared did the others in the stands finally see what had happened.
Huyan Li knelt on one knee. Most of the ice armor on his body had shattered, revealing several bloody marks beneath.
Although his injuries were not particularly serious, his battered state was all too real.
He raised his head to look at Lin Yang, his eyes filled with wariness and bewilderment.
A single strike had broken through his defenses?
"Not bad defense!" Lin Yang's expression was calm.
"Anyone else wouldn't be getting up after that slash."
The corner of Huyan Li's mouth twitched. He did not know whether to take that as praise or mockery.
Meanwhile, Feng Xiaotian hovered overhead, his eyes burning with fervor and excitement.
"That just now... that was your Self-Created Soul Skill, right?"
"You could say that." Lin Yang nodded.
"So that's it. Lin Yang, you've really opened my eyes today. I'm convinced."
Lin Yang rolled his eyes. "Are we still fighting or not?"
"Of course!" Feng Xiaotian let out a long cry. "Everyone, if we don't want to lose too miserably, we'd better give it everything we've got!"
With that, Feng Xiaotian plunged down, taking the lead in attacking.
This time, he did not use his Self-Created Soul Skill.
He had already understood that using a Self-Created Soul Skill in front of Lin Yang was like brandishing a saber at Lord Guan's gate or showing off an axe before the master carpenter.
So he intended to keep Lin Yang occupied and create opportunities for the others.
"You're quite good at sacrificing yourself for others."
Lin Yang gave a soft snort. His figure vanished from where he stood, and in the next instant, he appeared before Feng Xiaotian.
"Wind Blade Array!"
The wolf wings on his back shuddered violently, and