Disdain

"Before my Ninth Soul Skill, you have no choice but to be mercilessly crushed!"

"Whatever heroes and champions you are, beneath Nine Nether Ghost Shadow World Extinction, you will all turn to ashes and vanish from this world!"

"Those little tricks of yours are utterly insignificant before absolute power!"

Tang Lan remained calm, his gaze unwavering as he stared directly at the surging black ghost shadows,

as though they were not a terrifying force capable of destroying everything, but merely an insignificant breeze.

His upright figure did not move in the slightest, completely unaffected by Ghost Shadow Douluo's arrogant words.

Ghost Shadow Douluo continued roaring:

"Do you think you can withstand the strongest, most evil power in this world?"

"Hahahaha, what a ridiculous delusion!"

"You are nothing more than an arrogant, ignorant brat. Today, I'll show you what true despair is! Die!"

His voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder, carrying endless killing intent and arrogance.

Tang Lan still did not move. Only the Soul Power around him began to surge violently,

like raging waves, one after another,

as though it were brewing some earth-shattering, ghost-weeping counterattack.

His gaze grew ever sharper, as if it could pierce through the layers of ghost shadows and see the dawn of victory.

At that moment, the countless black ghost shadows were already close at hand. They bared their fangs and claws,

letting out bloodcurdling shrieks as they charged with the resolve to destroy everything, on the verge of completely Devouring Tang Lan.

The surrounding air seemed frozen by that terrifying power, and time itself seemed to have stopped at that instant.

"If your final attack is only this much, then die!"

Tang Lan roared. His voice exploded like rolling thunder, shaking the entire space so violently that it seemed on the verge of