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"Lin Han, your teammates are doomed to fail. Surrender early and hand over that fatso so I can deal with him. I might let you off this time," Han Fei sneered as he scanned the Dragon Tooth Squad, who were trapped in a dire situation.
Above him, the Dragon Sparrow unleashed another burst of fiery light, raining down a torrent of Long Yan flames.
Lin Han stood beside the Dark Black Tortoise, maintaining a defensive stance, with rocks floating around him as protection. His expression remained unchanged as he constantly observed the performance of the other members of the Dragon Tooth Squad.
Since Zhou Qingqing had disobeyed orders and left the formation, the members of the Dragon Tooth Squad had gradually been consumed by the Dragon Consort Squad.
Han Fei's relentless assault left Lin Han feeling restrained; he wanted to help but was always held back. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Lin Han noticed a slight distortion in space beside Han Fei.
His expression remained calm, but he felt a sense of relief inside.
Suddenly, without warning, a figure emerged from the distorted space beside Han Fei. Qin Luoxi thrust her sharp Cry Blood Soul Blade toward Han Fei's neck.
It was a lethal strike, executed without hesitation. In that instant of deadly intent, even Han Fei found it difficult to summon the Dragon Sparrow for support or evade.
It's done! Lin Han thought to himself. But just as the blood-red blade was about to pierce Han Fei's neck—
Clang!
A dull sound echoed as Qin Luoxi's Cry Blood Soul Blade struck something solid, like hitting an iron plate. The recoil traveled up her arm, causing her pupils to contract slightly as she instinctively leaned back.
A whoosh sliced through the air as something passed by her face.
Lin Han's heart sank as he witnessed this moment unfold. A tall figure appeared out of nowhere, seemingly having always been there—how had they forgotten about him?
Replacing Han Fei in his original position was a young man holding a large shield above his head.
Lu Yunzhou!
Lin Han's voice was low as he saw Lu Yunzhou reveal a brilliant smile from behind the shield. "With me here, you assassins won't be able to unleash any of your tricks!"
With that, Lu Yunzhou deliberately positioned his shield in front of him, freeing one hand to casually toss his long hair.
This gesture sent the already lively audience into a frenzy.
"Yunzhou, Yunzhou, he’s so reassuring! So handsome!"
Hearing the voices around him, Lin Han's expression darkened. In the next moment, Qin Luoxi reappeared beside him and whispered, "No, we can't get close. The moment I try to make a move against Han Fei, I'll be forced to attack Lu Yunzhou instead. This is the tricky nature of the Observer's talent."
Lin Han remained silent, his mind racing. While he had not revealed his trump card yet, he couldn't guarantee that the opponent had not fully revealed theirs.
On the arena, time ticked by.
In the rain curtain, Zhou Qingqing's protective shield visibly dimmed at an alarming rate.
Mo Yu, however, seemed to toy with her like a predator, never breaking through Zhou Qingqing's defenses.
"Feeling powerless? This is our difference," Mo Yu's voice drifted through the rain, piercingly harsh in Zhou Qingqing's ears. Beside her, the Centaur was already covered in countless wounds.
Within the rain curtain, Mo Yu and her Beast, Huan Shui Lin Jiao, completely vanished from sight, their voices echoing from all directions.
Amidst them were countless water blades and ice spikes—this was the proud domain technique of their opponent.
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