"The Holy Spirit Cult's true power is not something you people can shake. Just wait—the Holy Spirit Cult's real retaliation will soon fall upon the Tang Sect."
"Since there is no way I can survive today, then I'll take you all down with me!"
Nether Thunder Douluo suddenly burst into wild laughter, his face filling with barely concealed madness.
Then, his body began to swell crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye. In mere moments, he changed from a slightly gaunt old man into an enormously bloated, obese figure.
"Not good! He's going to self-destruct! Everyone, retreat!!"
When Sha Ran saw this, his spine turned cold as he shouted at those around him.
At the same time, Sha Ran began controlling the surrounding sand, forming wall after wall of sand and earth around the man.
But even so, Sha Ran had no confidence that he could withstand the self-destruction of a Titled Douluo at rank 92.
They were simply too close. Even if they ran, it would already be too late.
Sure enough, the next second, a dazzling glow of Soul Power appeared within the walls of sand and earth. Its terrifying might instantly reduced those walls to dust.
Without slowing in the slightest, it continued spreading outward. Even the sand, earth, and boulders on the ground were utterly obliterated by that horrifying force, leaving behind an enormous, deep crater.
At that moment, a figure appeared before everyone, directly facing the Soul Power explosion produced by the Titled Douluo's self-destruction.
The surrounding space twisted faintly beneath that terrifying force.
Yet Tang Lan's gaze remained calm from beginning to end, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
That's right, the person who had arrived was Tang Lan.
Tang Lan murmured softly, "Self-destruction? You've got some backbone, I'll give