The White Tiger slammed into the Ghost Tiger, and a muffled grunt and a piercing shriek rang out almost simultaneously. Dai Mubai's body staggered back, but the Ghost Tiger was also sent flying by the impact.
A slender figure appeared silently behind the Ghost Tiger. Those long, straight legs quietly wrapped around its neck as her waist technique activated. Xiao Wu's body completed an elegant backflip in midair, and under the power of her formidable core strength, the Ghost Tiger's body—over three meters long—was flung directly upward before crashing heavily back to the ground.
A thunderous boom rang out.
In an instant, the Ghost Tiger had fallen into a dazed state.
A flash of red light blazed as Ma Hongjun's chubby body had long been waiting at the spot where the Ghost Tiger would land. The very instant Xiao Wu's long legs released and sprang away, his right fist had already struck the ground with perfect accuracy. Distorted air completely enveloped both him and the Ghost Tiger.
A resounding phoenix cry echoed once more through the Sunset Forest. Accompanied by the rising of the massive fire bird, the Ghost Tiger's enormous body could no longer emit even a single whimper.
From Zhu Zhuqing using her Nether Slash to temporarily block the Ghost Tiger's shadow clone attack, to Dai Mubai's brute-force frontal collision that sent it flying, Xiao Wu's aerial Soft Technique follow-up, and finally Ma Hongjun's finishing move—the Phoenix Heaven-Crushing Strike—everything connected together as smoothly as flowing clouds and water.
Boom—
The Ghost Tiger's fire-wreathed body slammed heavily into the ground. It tried to rise, but simply couldn't.
The scorching Phoenix flames were continuously corroding its body. Having successively withstood Dai Mubai's White Tiger Meteor Shower and Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Heaven-Crushing Strike, even though this Ghost Tiger was far more formidable than the Pink Queen, it had still sustained a fatal wound.
"Zhuqing, finish it." Tang San's calm voice rang out at just the right moment.
Zhu Zhuqing darted around Dai Mubai, transforming into a string of afterimages. Just before the Ghost Tiger drew its last breath, she used her Nether Stab to deliver the killing blow. Her right claw plunged deep into the Ghost Tiger's brain through its left eye, ending its life.
Ma Hongjun inhaled sharply, drawing back the Phoenix flames from the Ghost Tiger's body and those that had splattered onto Zhu Zhuqing's arm, bringing this perfect kill to a flawless conclusion.
But just then, the Great Master's somewhat urgent voice suddenly rang out. "Xiao San, quickly put away your Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Herb."
Only now did the Shrek Seven Devils notice that while they had dealt with the Ghost Tiger, on the other side Zhao Wuji, Flandre, and Liu Erlong had already engaged in battle.
At some point, seven soul beasts of various forms had appeared in the field, besieging Flandre and the other two. If not for the trio's formidable strength—even if just one had slipped through—the Shrek Seven Devils would have been in serious trouble.
It turned out that while the Ghost Tiger had appeared and drawn the Shrek Seven Devils' attacks, seven more soul beasts had arrived in succession. The seven of them could barely handle a single soul beast around five thousand years old. If even one more had come, they might well have suffered casualties. Flandre, Liu Erlong, and Zhao Wuji had immediately stepped forward to intercept the additional soul beasts' attacks on their behalf.
But the arriving soul beasts kept growing in number, and each was more formidable than the last. If this continued, even the three of them would not be able to hold the line.
That was why the Great Master had told Tang San to quickly withdraw the object attracting these soul beasts.
Tang San took only a quick glance and had already formed a judgment of the situation on the field. Without a moment's hesitation, he said to Dai Mubai, "Mubai, take the Ghost Tiger's corpse and Zhuqing into the poison formation first. Let her absorb the Soul Ring. Everyone else, follow me."
Dai Mubai paused for a moment, though only briefly. He naturally trusted Tang San, though he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself. Zhu Zhuqing's temperament was already bad enough—if she absorbed a tiger-type Martial Soul, wouldn't that make her even more of a tigress? Still, her own Martial Soul also belonged to the feline family, and the Ghost Tiger was known for its speed, so it seemed like a fitting match.
As Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing withdrew into the poison formation first, Tang San took the various sausages Oscar handed over. After each person ate a recovery sausage, they immediately moved toward where Flandre and the other two were fighting.
This was true power! This was what real strength looked like!
Watching Flandre and the other three fight, the Shrek Seven Devils couldn't help but marvel in silent admiration.
Flandre, Liu Erlong, and Zhao Wuji were all Soul Saint-level powerhouses above the seventieth rank. At this moment, the three fought independently without any coordination, yet they held back the attacks of all seven soul beasts, not allowing a single one to cross the line.
The reason they didn't coordinate wasn't that they couldn't—it was that they mustn't. The power of all three's Soul Skills was too great. If they tried to combine them, they would actually interfere with each other, unable to unleash their full strength.