Drawing the Sword

Ice Bear Douluo's bold words brimmed with dominance, as though he felt no fear whatsoever toward the coming battle.

Time Douluo pondered for a moment, his gaze deep and distant, before slowly saying:

"Do not underestimate the enemy. We must plan carefully and devise a thorough response. The enemy we face may be more cunning and powerful than we imagined."

Tang Lan nodded.

Just as they were discussing matters, a sinister laugh suddenly rang out from afar:

"Ha ha, none of you are getting away today!"

The laughter echoed through the open surroundings, sounding especially terrifying.

Everyone's expressions hardened, their nerves instantly tightening as the atmosphere reached its most tense point.

As that sinister laughter rang out,

a powerful, suffocating evil aura spread swiftly like boundless, raging waves,

as if it intended to devour everything in this world.

Wherever that evil aura reached, even the air seemed polluted and murky, making it difficult to breathe,

as though every breath drew in endless darkness and fear.

Tang Lan's eyes blazed with fury, like torches burning with fierce flames as he shouted:

"Who are you, rat, hiding your head and showing your tail!"

His voice was like Thunderous Might, exploding through the empty, silent space,

carrying inviolable majesty and utter hatred for evil.

At that moment, a Black Shadow slowly approached from the distance, his figure gradually becoming clearer beneath the dim light.

His entire body was tightly shrouded in thick, ink-black mist that churned and surged,

as though the mist itself were alive, writhing with claws and fangs, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Only a pair of blood-red glowing eyes could be seen,

like ghostly flames from the depths of hell, radiating chilling evil and cruelty,

as though one's soul would freeze the instant it met that gaze.