Ye Xinglan floated in midair, like a dazzling star burning away the last of its life.
Everything else had faded into insignificance.
Although Dark Emperor Douluo Luo Yuhang's cultivation was higher than Ye Xinglan's, he had gone stiff and frozen before her.
This wasn't a sparring match. The girl was clearly fighting for her life.
At that moment, the space around Ye Xinglan's body began to shatter inch by inch.
It revealed a night sky that was Pitch-Black as Ink.
As space broke apart, countless starlights appeared behind her. Innumerable specks of light poured into her delicate body, causing her aura to surge exponentially.
Dark Emperor Douluo Luo Yuhang made a snap decision. His form shifted as he ended his Martial Soul Avatar.
A heavy set of dark purple Three-Word Battle Armor swiftly covered his entire body. A purple domain spread beneath his feet, and the aura of darkness instantly soared.
His Eighth Soul Skill, Dark Emperor Demon Dragon Strike, was unleashed.
A dark tornado rose into the air and charged straight toward Ye Xinglan.
This was no time to worry about his pride. If he did not use his Three-Word Battle Armor for a direct boost, things could become troublesome.
He might even lose.
At this moment, Ye Xinglan actually closed her eyes, as though she had completely immersed herself in another world.
The dark tornado struck. Just as it was about to hit Ye Xinglan, she finally moved.
Dazzling starlight exploded in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was shrouded in starlight, and all darkness seemed to have been utterly dispersed.
There was no explosion, no roar. At that moment, time and space seemed to have both come to a standstill.
Tang Wulin's expression changed drastically. He suddenly took a step forward, ready