Seeing that their leader had taken the lead in summoning his martial spirit, the members of the Soul Hunting Mercenary Group took a deep breath, as if trying to draw all the courage in the world into their chests. They exchanged resolute glances and, following their leader's footsteps, began summoning their respective martial spirits and spirit rings.
A chorus of buzzing sounds filled the air. Amidst flashing lights, everyone released anywhere from five to six spirit rings. A closer look, however, revealed that their spirit ring configurations were far from impressive. The colors were mottled, with even white ten-year spirit rings mixed in, creating a chaotic and disorderly display. Those white spirit rings stood out glaringly against the other colors, like flaws on a piece of fine jade, laying bare the uneven distribution of their strength. Some members felt a flash of self-deprecation and helplessness when looking at their mediocre spirit rings, but this was quickly replaced by determination.
While Golden Crocodile Douluo remained secretly on guard, Roger and the others had already prepared their Soul Skills. Roger's eyes bulged, the veins on his neck throbbing fiercely, as he roared at the top of his lungs: "Attack!" The command seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a desperate, do-or-die resolve, as if he were pouring his very soul into those two syllables.
Chapter 140