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"Retreat?! Retreat where?!" Jian Hesong roared, like the mournful cry of a lone wolf on the verge of death. "The boys are right behind us!"
"You want me to watch them get slaughtered by these beasts?! Not a chance!"
His gaze swept over the young guard disciples behind him, over their terrified yet resolute eyes.
The defensive halo was twisted wildly by that Axe Douluo's heavy, earth-shaking strike, its cracks spreading wider.
Two Soul Sages coordinated with him, launching assaults from the flanks and tearing at the halo.
The enemy's enhancement light shone over their bodies, making their offensive even fiercer.
The last trace of hesitation in Jian Hesong's eyes vanished completely, replaced by an almost crazed calm.
He suddenly drew back both hands, his ten fingers like steel hooks as they dug hard into the Ink Crystal Bottle before his chest. All the Soul Power in his body surged into it like a flood bursting through a dam, heedless of everything.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
Burn!!
The entire Ink Crystal Bottle abruptly erupted with gray-black light as dazzling as the Solar Yang.
Inside the bottle walls, the turbid energy that had originally flowed slowly instantly began to boil and churn like rolling oil. An indescribable aura of destruction suddenly enveloped the entire artificial hill.
The savage grin on the Power Attack Type Axe Douluo's face froze in an instant. He sensed the aura of death.
"Stop him!!"
He let out an explosive roar and chopped out with his battle-axe at full force, while the two Soul Sages also frantically drove their soul skills toward Jian Hesong.
Too late!
"You pack of scum—!! Get in here—!!!"
Like a dying beast, Jian Hesong unleashed the last and most