At the critical moment, Tang San's importance as a Control Type Soul Master — the soul of the team — truly came to light. He abandoned any attempt at direct frontal assault and sent his Blue Silver Grass shooting out at high speed. Right after Xiao Wu retreated, he rapidly pulled Zhu Zhuqing, who had been pursued and cornered by the opposing two Monkey Soul Masters, back to his side. Brought along with her was Dai Mubai, who had just been forced back by the opponent. In the span of a few short breaths, he had gathered all seven of their side into a tight formation.
A Control Type Soul Master's role in battle was not merely to control the opponents — it also meant controlling one's own teammates. Everything Tang San was doing right now embodied that principle perfectly.
What no one expected was that the six battle-exploded members of the Mad Team didn't attack. At the shrill cry of that bewitching woman, they all converged around her and halted.
"You should just surrender. Otherwise, I can't guarantee how much damage the next attack will cause you." The bewitching woman's voice sounded quite pleasant, but her tone carried a note of helplessness.
The Mad Team members around her kept letting out heavy, ragged breaths, and the surging waves of Soul Power formed a massive, crushing pressure that bore down on them.
Dai Mubai gave a cold snort. "Surrender? Stop dreaming. You'll have to beat us first."
The bewitching spider Soul Master curled her lip with disdain. "If it weren't for that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master, you think I'd waste my breath on you? Fine — I can only apologize in advance for what comes next."
Another shrill cry erupted from her lips. The frenzy only lasted three minutes, and she couldn't afford to waste another second. The Mad Team had already racked up seven consecutive victories — as long as the winning streak continued, their earnings would be beyond estimation. Even with a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master on the other side, she absolutely would not give up.
In their previous team battles, the Mad Team had repeatedly defeated powerful opponents precisely because of this frenzy buff. And it was also because most of the members had lost their senses that the outcomes frequently involved maimed — or even killed — opponents.
As the commander, Tang San made a split-second decision. "Everyone, get airborne!"
In almost perfect unison, a strange-looking mushroom sausage appeared in each of the Shrek Seven Devils' mouths. Just as the Mad Team rushed toward them at full speed, their bodies grew light, and the ethereal wings that materialized behind them beat once, launching all seven into the air — soaring to a height of twenty meters in an instant.
Their targets had suddenly vanished. The Mad Team members immediately lost sight of their prey, and as the only person still in her right mind, the spider Soul Master's face went pale with shock. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that every single opponent she faced could fly.
Once airborne, each of the Shrek Seven Devils consumed another recovery sausage, replenishing their stamina and Soul Power. Tang San paid no further attention to the enemies below. The Mad Team didn't have a single flying Soul Master, nor were they adept at long-range attacks. Even their Control Type spider Soul Master couldn't control opponents beyond twenty meters — not like his Blue Silver Grass.
"Xiao San, what do we do now? The mushroom sausage only keeps us airborne for one minute, and Oscar can only fly for half a minute." Though Dai Mubai didn't fear the opponents, watching the Mad Team — every last member over level thirty-five — power up yet again still sent a wave of helplessness through him.
Tang San remained calm, his voice steady and low. "If I'm not mistaken, the reason their strength suddenly spiked is probably that thousand-year soul skill the Support Type Soul Master unleashed right before passing out. It boosted their power in an instant. But have you noticed? Aside from that spider Soul Master, the rest have completely lost their minds. Based on the teacher's analysis of Support Type Soul Masters' abilities — if my guess is right — this state won't last long. Just like the mushroom sausages little Ao provides. And once their current state ends, there will definitely be severe side effects. Otherwise, wouldn't that Support Type Soul Master's Martial Soul be just as overpowered as Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
Ma Hongjun chimed in. "But what if we land and they haven't come out of it yet?"
Tang San's voice dropped lower. "Then we'll just have to take that gamble. Winning is what we all want, but everyone's safety matters more. In the Mad Team's current state, they're not opponents we can contend with. Little Ao — how many more mushroom sausages can you produce?"
Oscar handed one to Tang San first. "My Soul Power is running pretty low. I gave one to Boss Dai during the two-on-two duel, then we each had one — that makes nine. I can probably produce one more at most."
Tang San nodded. "Good. Make it and give it to me. When your flight time is about to run out, everyone gets off the stage."
"Xiao San, let me handle it." Dai Mubai had already figured out what Tang San was planning. He intended to use the longer flight duration to gamble that the frenzy state would wear off first — and to gamble on what condition the opponents would be in once the backlash hit.