This Battle Is Mine

Black Shadow sneered, his smile filled with chilling contempt and disdain:

"Just a mere Soul Douluo, yet you dare act fierce before me, a Titled Douluo? You truly don't know your place!"

"Witness my Ninth Soul Skill—Myriad Phenomena!"

His voice was sinister and terrifying, like a curse from the Nine Nether Abyss.

Every word was like an icy blade piercing straight into everyone's hearts, sending chills down their spines and making their hairs stand on end.

As he spoke, the dark energy around Black Shadow began to surge wildly,

spinning violently like a frenzied black vortex.

Countless grotesque faces seemed to be hidden within that dark energy, letting out shrill screams.

His eyes flashed with an utterly bizarre red glow, as though that light would ruthlessly suck in one's very soul, making no one dare meet his gaze.

"Let me show you this world-destroying power!"

Black Shadow roared loudly,

his voice deafening, like rolling thunder exploding beside their ears, carrying endless pressure and suffocating terror.

He raised both hands, and dark energy rapidly gathered in his palms, forming a massive black sphere of light.

The sphere resembled a star on the verge of exploding, containing unimaginable destructive power.

Faint, hair-raising roars came from within it, as though countless evil spirits were struggling and howling inside.

The surrounding space became severely distorted under the force of that immense power.

Gales howled with piercing shrieks, sending sand and stones flying and blotting out the sky.

The ground began to tremble violently, huge cracks appearing one after another, as though heaven and earth themselves were about to collapse.

Black Shadow's aura continued to rise, like a towering mountain of darkness.

It was as though he intended to mercilessly devour the entire world within that endless darkness,

filling everyone with profound despair and helplessness.