Ghost Chrysanthemum's Death

And with the limelight they had enjoyed recently, along with the benefits they had gained from relying on those two Peak Douluo,

without the protection of those Peaks, even if they did not die, they would not fare much better.

Thinking of this, they all revealed bitter smiles.

"Wait, look!!"

An excited voice suddenly came from beside them. Clinging to a sliver of hope, they looked up.

"This!"

The instant they saw the scene, someone could not help crying out.

Lu Mingchuan had extended one hand straight ahead.

Above his palm floated a shield formed from seven round shields layered atop one another.

After the opponent's attack vanished without a trace, he withdrew his hand, and the shield dissolved into particles of light.

"That's impossible?!!"

Yue Guan's eyes filled with disbelief as he muttered uncontrollably.

His eighth soul skill was a single-target attack. As a single-target attack from an eighth soul ring, its power was utterly terrifying.

Yet the other man had blocked it with such an apparently ordinary Self-Created Soul Skill?! It was utterly absurd.

Refusing to accept it, Yue Guan gritted his teeth again.

"Chrysanthemum Withers, Full—"

Boom—!!

The Soul Power surging around him was suddenly interrupted by a tremendous crash from behind.

In an instant, Yue Guan's pupils constricted. He could no longer spare any attention for Lu Mingchuan.

He turned around in disbelief.

In the clear sky, a blood-red energy storm was continuously expanding.

Amid the chaotic storm, he keenly sensed his friend's aura.

Without question, his friend was at the very center of that storm.

Yet he could feel the might contained in that blood-colored tempest even from where he stood.

Without question, Ghost Douluo, still within the storm's center, had most likely died.

The moment he reached that conclusion, rage surged straight into Yue