As he was kicked back into the encirclement, Tang Wulin discovered that his soul power was being consumed rapidly. In no time at all, ten levels of soul power had been used up.
Papapa! One by one, the upper grade students broke free of the Bluesilver Grass.
Tang Wulin had bound so many people simultaneously, but they were able to break free of the Bluesilver Grass with their greater level of soul power. After breaking, the side-effect of his variant Bluesilver Grass revealed itself; his soul power was quickly depleting.
“Brat, you dared crash into me!” The upper grade student shouted as he swung his fist towards Tang Wulin’s face.
“Stop!” Mu Xi sharply shouted.
The male student resentfully stayed his hand, but he still shoved Tang Wulin onto the ground.
