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The shadow of death brought by the addition of three Crimson Soul Douluo was forcibly held back by a defensive line that had been dismantled and rebuilt with everything they had.
The White Robe Soft Sword in Leng Buqun's hand, wreathed in cloudlike wisps, traced a bizarre arc and avoided the claws of the Dark Demon Dragon, Yan Zelong, which carried destructive demonic flames.
His gaze was nailed firmly to Yan Zelong's savage face, covered in dark scales.
"Yan Zelong... Kong Tangfeng..." The names he spoke carried a chill that seemed to cross a thousand mountains and rivers. His gaze swept toward Kong Tangfeng, the Three-Clawed Nether Dragon drifting unpredictably on the other side, his claws dark and eerie. "What a Demon Dragon Legion. Yan Wushuang's great talons have finally reached into this Moon Radiance backwater, have they?"
The cloud sword in his hand suddenly split into countless strands, forming an invisible cage of cloudy qi that wound toward Kong Tangfeng as he lunged in again.
Yan Zelong—the name itself was a blood-soaked signboard.
He was Yan Wushuang's direct eldest son, and the cousin of Yan Chou Long and Yan Helong.
In truth, basically all the high-level soul masters present had recognized him.
Among the peak combatants of Moon Radiance City present, which one of them was not fully aware of the situation in the eastern Central Corridor right on their doorstep?
Toske Province belonged to the eastern Central Corridor, precisely the territory ravaged by the Crimson Church's "Demon Dragon Legion."
In recent years, the Demon Dragon Legion had stirred up several bloody upheavals in the eastern corridor, but to break so deep into Moon Radiance Corridor—or rather, into such a remote corner—its arrogance