The Tank wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and shook his head, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss, I couldn't see his face clearly." His voice carried a hint of helplessness and frustration. Even as skilled as he was, he seemed so powerless in front of that shadow.
Carefree Meng Lan shook her head and sighed, "This person's strength is incredible, just in terms of speed, they're more than a level ahead of you, Tank." Her tone was full of amazement and awe. The Tank also nodded silently, clearly feeling the immense power of that shadow.
The Tank, who was always unwilling to concede, had to nod after the battle ended, acknowledging the opponent's strength. His expression still carried a trace of lingering fear as he slowly said, "Yes, his strength has likely surpassed the Soul Sovereign, and he might have already reached that legendary Soul Realm..." His voice was filled with awe and helplessness.
