Chapter 18 Not Enough!
Faced with such an overwhelming offensive, an ordinary Soul Master would probably have panicked long ago.
But Dai Huabin stood still without even blinking.
A faint golden light shone in his eyes—his spiritual power was fully unleashed.
In his vision, Wu Feng's seemingly swift punch became incredibly slow. Nanmen Yun'er's movement trajectory was crystal clear, and even the landing points of the chaotic Spirit Skills behind them were instantly calculated.
"First Spirit Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"
A milky-white light shield rose instantly, enveloping Dai Huabin.
Bang!
Wu Feng's flaming punch slammed into the barrier, scattering sparks, but it only caused ripples across the surface.
"How is that possible?!" Wu Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.
She was being amplified by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Even a defensive Soul Master of the same level should have been pushed back—yet Dai Huabin hadn't moved an inch.
"Too slow."
Dai Huabin let out a cold laugh, casually commenting.
The next instant, his third spirit ring lit up.
"Third Spirit Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Roar!
His body expanded again, pale hair turning dazzling gold. All his attributes surged by 100%.
With the added defense from the barrier, he had become a true human fortress.
Clang!
Nanmen Yun'er's Jade Blade struck his shoulder, producing a metallic sound. It didn't even break his skin, but the shock numbed her arms.
"This… what kind of monster defense is this?!" she retreated in horror.
"Already scared?"
A savage glint flashed in Dai Huabin's eyes as he opened his mouth.
"Second Spirit Skill: White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"
A thick beam of white light erupted—not at the frontliners, but directly into the clustered students behind.
Boom!
Several unlucky students were blasted away, tearing open their formation.
"Lulu, move!"
At that exact moment—
A black shadow flashed.
Zhu Lu had been waiting.
She shot forward low to the ground, leaving behind only afterimages.
"First Spirit Skill: Netherworld Thrust!"
Her claws pierced into the disrupted formation like a dagger.
Pfft! Pfft!
Before they could react, multiple students were struck in the chest. Though she held back from lethal force, the pain instantly incapacitated them.
"Stop her! Now!"
But Zhu Lu moved like a phantom—unpredictable, untouchable.
"Second Spirit Skill: Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
Claw shadows filled the air like a storm.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Students were sent flying one after another, clutching their limbs.
In less than half a minute, a third of the group was eliminated.
Du Weilun, watching below, nodded slightly.
Perfect coordination—frontline suppression and backline assassination.
"Forget her! Focus Dai Huabin!"
Ning Tian quickly adjusted strategy.
Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brighter.
"Wu Feng! Full strength! Yun'er, no holding back!"
"Roar!"
Wu Feng activated her second spirit ring.
"Second Spirit Skill: Dragon's Fury!"
Her scales deepened in color, aura surging violently.
She charged recklessly toward Dai Huabin.
"Get down!"
Her flaming claws tore toward his throat.
At the same time—
"Second Spirit Skill: Jade Slash!"
Nanmen Yun'er merged her blades into a massive green arc, striking from behind.
The remaining students unleashed everything at Dai Huabin.
Fireballs, wind blades, vines—
A storm of attacks swallowed him whole.
"Hua Bin!"
Zhu Lu's heart tightened, instinctively turning back.
"Ignore me! Keep clearing!"
His voice came from within the explosion—calm as ever.
The smoke cleared.
Dai Huabin still stood.
His golden aura dimmed slightly, blood at the corner of his mouth—but his eyes burned brighter than ever.
"This level… still not enough… not enough… NOT ENOUGH!"
He laughed wildly.
Then—
He grabbed Wu Feng's flaming claws with both hands.
Sizzle!
Burning flesh, yet he showed no pain.
Crack!
"Ahhh!"
With a twist, he used her as a weapon and smashed her into Nanmen Yun'er.
Bang!
Nanmen Yun'er was forced to retreat in panic.
Dai Huabin rampaged like a war god, growing fiercer with every strike.
But numbers still mattered.
Zhu Lu's situation worsened.
Her soul power was draining, and the remaining Great Soul Masters began coordinating.
"First Spirit Skill: Wind Blade Combo!"
Three wind blades blocked her retreat.
She twisted to avoid a fatal hit—but—
Slash!
Her shoulder was cut.
Her outfit tore, blood staining her sleeve.
The pain slowed her.
"Now! Take her down!"
Two attackers lunged toward her back.
If those hits landed—
"You're courting death!!!"