At that moment, down in the underground pit, two figures were facing each other.
"Dark Phoenix!" Amorous Douluo Zang Xin's voice rang out, tinged with puzzlement and even more disbelief.
"Has Amorous become Meddlesome?" Leng Yulai stared coldly ahead.
"The Space-Time Shuttle. I never thought it would be in your hands. But when did you join the Holy Spirit Cult? If your sister knew, she would be heartbroken." Zang Xin looked gravely at the woman before him. He had never imagined that the one leading the Holy Spirit Cult to intercept the convoy would actually be her.
The plan to lure the snake from its hole had been perfect. Under Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xinjie's command, whether it was guiding public opinion through the Hawks or gradually loosening Skysea City's defenses, everything had been for today.
In fact, to draw out these Holy Spirit Cult powerhouses, even one-third of the Fixed Soul Cannon Shells on the convoy were genuine. Of course, there definitely were no Level 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shells.
Even Chen Xinjie would not take a risk with something like that. But in the eyes of many interested parties, everything had appeared real.
Only, no matter what, Zang Xin had never expected the one standing before him to be this Dark Phoenix, Dark Phoenix Douluo.
"Retreat!" The light of the Space-Time Shuttle in Leng Yulai's hand drew inward, turning into a streak of flowing light that vanished into her palm. With her judgment, the instant Amorous Douluo Zang Xin appeared, she understood that this was a trap—a trap aimed at the Holy Spirit Cult.
Whether the Fixed Soul Cannon Shells on the convoy were real or fake, she could no longer take them away.
Zang Xin, however, remained unmoved. He only said with deep emotion, "I heard long