Beams of light fell upon the wounded teammates, and their wounds healed rapidly. Shi Mo had just collapsed and coughed up blood, was back on the front lines in the blink of an eye; Yu Feng's shattered wings quickly recovered, and he took to the air once more.
This incredible scene amazed the audience, but infuriated the members of the Fierce God Team.
"Damn it! Kill that healing Soul Master first! Otherwise, this will never end!" Meng Li forced Yu Tianheng back with an axe, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ye Lingling, as if he wanted to devour her alive.
Instantly, the eyes of everyone in the Fierce God Team locked onto Ye Lingling like hungry wolves, the killing intent in their eyes almost tangible.
"Protect Lingling!" Yu Tianheng shouted sharply, his voice tinged with anxiety.
Without his orders, everyone understood Ye Lingling's importance. Shi Mo, disregarding his injuries, held the foremost position, his Black Tortoise Shield gleaming brightly. Dugu Yan released an even denser cloud of poisonous mist, attempting to obstruct vision. Yu Feng and Osler desperately retreated, intercepting enemies trying to bypass the defensive line.
Lin Yan also moved closer to Ye Lingling, but he still didn't go all out. He simply manipulated the Blue Silver Grass vines, which were slightly sharper than before, like a flexible whip sword, Entanglement and entwining them to interfere with the approaching enemies. He was waiting, waiting for his teammates to be pushed to their true limits, waiting for them to figure out how to fight in desperate situations.
However, the Fierce God Team, blinded by rage, unleashed an even more terrifying fighting power. Completely disregarding Dugu Yan's deadly poison and their own injuries, they poured all their attacks on the defenses protecting Ye Lingling like mad dogs.
" Third Soul Skill, Wolf Pack Assault!"
" Fourth Soul Skill, Blood Bear Shock Blast!"
Fourth Soul Skill, Soul-Shattering Slash!
Several powerful beams of Soul Skill light slammed into the Imperial Fighting Team's defensive line.
"Boom--!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Shi Mo's tortoise shield finally succumbed to the pressure and shattered completely, spitting out blood as it crashed heavily onto the arena, unable to rise for a moment. Yu Feng and Osler were also thrown back by the aftershocks of the explosion, sustaining several wounds. Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan were also shaken, their blood churning, and their defenses collapsed instantly!
A swift and Agility Attack System Soul Ancestor, like a venomous snake in the shadows, seized the fleeting opening, his figure transforming into a streak of light, his poisoned short sword aimed straight for Ye Lingling's heart! A cruel smile of triumph graced his face.
" Lingling!" Dugu Yan's eyes were bloodshot as she tried to come to the rescue, but she was held back by her opponent.
" Ye Lingling!" Yu Tianheng tried to turn around, but was blocked by Meng Li's giant axe.
Ye Lingling watched the poisoned blade rapidly enlarge in her pupils, feeling its chilling aura of death. She had already exhausted most of her Soul Power from continuously using healing Soul Skill, leaving her body somewhat weak. Faced with this sudden, deadly attack, she instinctively retreated, but felt powerless. Her clear, cold eyes reflected the ever-approaching, chilling light.
At this critical moment!
Lin Yan made a move.
He'd already let his teammates experience defeat, that was enough; he couldn't bear to see Ye Lingling get hurt.
"Buzz--!"
A chillingly sharp aura suddenly erupted from Lin Yan! The seemingly tough Blue Silver Grass around him seemed to come alive in an instant, its leaves twitching like long faces, spitting out sword light, hissing and cutting through the air.
The Agility Attack System Soul Ancestor who was rushing towards Ye Lingling felt a chill instantly envelop his entire body, and his movements involuntarily froze, as if he had sunk into a quagmire.
The next moment, he met Lin Yan's eyes.
"It's time to end this."
Lin Yan uttered four cold words. He didn't even use much Soul Power; with just a thought, several emerald-green sword-shaped Blue Silver Grass, as if guided, arrived first and instantly Entanglement around the Soul Ancestor's arms and body.
"Hiss hiss hiss--!"
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh was sickening. The Soul Ancestor didn't even have time to scream before his sword-wielding arm was shredded, and his body was instantly sliced into several pieces, with blood and internal organs splattered all over the ground!
This bloody and terrifying scene instantly silenced the entire Soul Fighting Arena!
Everyone looked at Lin Yan in horror. This boy, who had previously seemed unremarkable, was actually so terrifying!
The members of the Fierce God Team were stunned, followed by overwhelming anger and a barely perceptible fear.
"You brat, how dare you kill my brother! I'll tear you to pieces!" Meng Li abandoned Yu Tianheng and charged at Lin Yan like a madman. The other team members also had red eyes and unleashed their strongest Soul Skill, attacking Lin Yan recklessly.
Lin Yan didn't even glance at them. His gaze swept across the arena. He saw the fallen Shi Mo Shi Mo, the battered and bruised Yu Feng Osler, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan struggling to hold on, and Ye Lingling, whose Soul Power was almost exhausted and whose face was as pale as paper.
The last vestige of his "wait and see" thought vanished completely, replaced by icy rage and chilling murderous intent.
That's enough.
Lin Yan murmured to himself, as if announcing the final judgment.
"Boom!"
The grass that had been surrounding him suddenly grew to cover half of the arena, each blade of grass like a drawn sword, radiating a sharpness that could cut through anything.
Accompanied by a clear, resonant sword cry like a dragon's roar, Lin Yan's clothes fluttered without wind, revealing glints of golden light. Then, nine golden leaves, as thin as cicada wings, elegant in form yet exuding an ancient, desolate, and extremely sharp aura, slowly unfurled from behind him. Each golden leaf had edges flowing with a dazzling, tangible sword light; as they trembled slightly, the surrounding air emitted a mournful sound as if being sliced, and space itself seemed to distort slightly.
External Soul Bone - Nine-Leaf Sword Wings!
"What... what is that?!" In the stands, Qin Ming suddenly stood up, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
The members of the Fierce God Team on the arena were filled with fear upon sensing the aura emanating from the Nine-Leaf Sword Wings.
It was a tremor stemming from the instinct for survival, a despair in the face of overwhelming absolute power.
"Monster... monster!" A member of the Fierce God Team exclaimed, his voice trembling, barely able to hold his weapon.
Meng Li was also terrified, but his ferocity as the team leader forced him to shout, "Don't be afraid! Attack him together! He's only one person!"
However, their fearlessness seemed utterly laughable in the face of absolute power.
Lin Yan's eyes were icy, and the Nine-Leaf Sword Wings on his back fluttered gently.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!"
Countless sword-shaped Blue Silver Grass transformed into several streams of seven-colored torrents, shooting towards the members of the Fierce God Team.
At the same time, the sword wings on his back quietly detached and disappeared into the torrent of seven-colored Blue Silver Grass.
The first surge of energy ignored Meng Li's defenses and Soul Skill, piercing through his Bloodthirsty Berserk Axe like a hot knife through butter, and penetrating his heart covered by muscles. Meng Li's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, the ferocity on his face froze, and he crashed to the ground, his eyes still filled with disbelief and terror.
The second "torrent" drew a strange arc in the air, sweeping past the other two powerful Power Attack System Soul Ancestor who were about to pounce. The two felt a chill on their necks, their vision spun, and their consciousness quickly sank into darkness.
The third "torrent," like the scythe of death, flashed past among the remaining three members of the Fierce God Team.
"Thump!" "Thump!" "Thump!"...
A series of thuds echoed as people fell to the ground, muffled yet clear.
From Lin Yan's outburst to the complete annihilation of the Fierce God Team, the entire process took less than five breaths.
The seven members of the Fierce God Team, who had previously been so fierce and driven the Imperial Fighting Team to the brink of defeat, were now all cold corpses lying on the ground. Without exception, their deaths were gruesome, and they were all killed with a single blow.
The entire Silves Great Soul Arena fell into a deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if their throats had been gripped, at the boy on the arena with sword wings unfurled behind him and colorful grass leaves all around him.
The devastating, swift crushing defeat they had just witnessed had utterly shocked them. This wasn't Soul Fighting; it was a one-sided massacre! Only the roles had been reversed.
The members of the Imperial Fighting Team stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Lin Yan's retreating figure. Having spent so much time together, they knew Lin Yan was strong, but only now did they truly realize just how much stronger Lin Yan was than them.
Yu Tianheng clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. His heart was filled with complex and incomprehensible emotions, including shock, relief, and a trace of indescribable loss.
Dugu Yan opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing. However, the way she looked at Lin Yan completely changed.
Ye Lingling looked at the figure blocking her way. The space in front of her wasn't particularly wide, but at this moment it seemed to support the entire world. A faint blush appeared on her pale face, and the ice in her cold eyes melted away, rippling with indescribable waves.
Lin Yan slowly concealed his aura, and the Nine-Leaf Sword Wings on his back and the sword-shaped Blue Silver Grass around him receded like a tide, quietly disappearing.
He turned around and looked at his shaken and injured companions. His gaze finally settled on Ye Lingling, and his eyes softened again, carrying a hint of apology. "I'm sorry, I frightened you."
His voice broke the silence of the room.
The next moment, deafening cheers, screams, and discussions erupted like a tsunami, but these sounds were filled with fanatical worship of the strong and deep fear.
Qin Ming rushed onto the stage to check on his teammates' injuries. After confirming that none of them were in life-threatening danger, he breathed a long sigh of relief and glanced at Lin Yan with lingering fear.
He knew that if it weren't for Lin Yan tonight, the consequences would have been unimaginable. His original "frustration education" almost went wrong, and at the same time, he gained a clearer understanding of Lin Yan's strength.
"We must leave immediately." Qin Ming made a decisive decision; this was not a place to linger.
The group quickly composed themselves, helped their injured teammates, and left the Great Soul Arena amidst cheers.