Battle on the Verge of Eruption

Ye Lei's gaze sharpened, and a scorching aura instantly burst from his body, scattering the purple mist. At the same time, large amounts of magma began to churn beneath his feet. He had no desire to waste words on the Great Elder. Talking was pointless; it would be better to have a proper fight.

"Good boy, if you're in such a hurry to meet your end, this old man certainly won't hold back. I'll let you see just how vast the gap is between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Douluo!"

The moment the Demon King Douluo finished speaking, his feet suddenly exerted force. Like a cannonball fired from its barrel, he shot toward Ye Lei and the others. The elders behind him also charged forward.

Among these elders, the Third Elder was the fastest. He rode a gust of fierce wind with his three subordinates and instantly rushed to the front. His gaze quickly locked onto Chen Sican, who was also emitting a wind attribute aura. His three subordinates charged alongside him, seemingly intending to kill on the spot the man who had defeated the Third Elder.

Chen Sican showed no weakness either. Though he was an Agile Attack System Soul Master, he alone was enough to fight the Third Elder's group evenly. After all, when it came to speed, no one here could match him.

"Second Soul Skill, Winged Dragon Clone!"

Holding the Wind God Dual Blades, Chen Sican instantly created three identical clones under the effects of his Second Soul Skill. They shot into the sky alongside the Third Elder's group. The skies were his home ground.

The Ninth Elder and his four companions likewise sought out their old opponent, Song Yang. The eyes of the four Evil Spirit Bodies burned with scarlet killing intent. The instant