Yet to Tang Lan, disguised as "Long Xiaoyao," this frantic explanation was tantamount to directly confirming an immensely important piece of intelligence—
The Holy Spirit Cult had carried out the Bloody Bird Plan blood sacrifice on such a vast and cruel scale, gathering an enormous amount of flesh-and-blood soul energy. Its ultimate purpose truly was to "open a door"! A "door" that required such terrifying sacrifices to open!
"A door?"
Tang Lan's heart stirred slightly at those words.
He had originally intended to casually erase the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo, who was trapped in spatial compression and on the verge of collapse, seize the Soul Refining Furnace, and end this farce. But the words "open that door," blurted out in desperation, made him change his mind.
This confirmed some of his earlier suspicions, but the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo clearly might know more. The specific details of this "door"—its location, how it was opened, what lay beyond it, and the Holy Spirit Cult's ultimate objective—were far more valuable intelligence.
Killing him would be easy, but the information might vanish with him. Better to keep him alive for now. Perhaps he could squeeze something out of him. In any case, with Tang Lan's current strength, the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo was merely a turtle in a jar, incapable of stirring up any trouble.
As thoughts raced through his mind, Tang Lan's icy face remained utterly expressionless, as though the mention of that "door" did not interest him in the slightest.
He merely raised his hand again toward the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo, who was struggling in agony beneath the spatial pressure, lightly clenched his five fingers, then pulled outward.
The invisible force of spatial compression engulfing the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo, nearly crushing him to pieces, suddenly changed! No longer was