A Titled Douluo's Plea for Help

With Tang Lan's furious roar, the light of Tyrant's Wind Devouring Thrust erupted in an instant.

Like a blazing sun exploding in an instant, it released incomparably dazzling light and searing energy.

With overwhelming force, that light instantly dispersed the black ghostly shadows. Under its radiance, those shadows

were like ice and snow meeting a scorching sun, rapidly melting away into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the void.

Ghost Shadow Douluo's expression turned exceedingly ugly. His features twisted together in extreme shock and fury, making him look especially ferocious and terrifying.

He had never imagined that Tang Lan's second soul skill would possess such earth-shattering power, capable of contending against his Ninth Soul Skill, which he had always taken pride in and considered peerless in might.

The onlookers, meanwhile, were all deeply stunned by Tang Lan's unimaginably powerful strength.

For a time, the battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as though their eyeballs might pop out of their sockets. Their mouths hung open, as if they had been struck by a paralysis spell,

and they could only stare blankly at Tang Lan,

their hearts filled with awe and admiration for him, unable to recover for a long while.

Star Douluo's eyes were wide with disbelief,

his eyeballs seeming ready to spring from their sockets, his mouth slightly open as he remained speechless for a long time,

his whole body like a petrified statue.

Ghost Scythe Douluo's hands trembled incessantly, the shaking growing more and more violent as though beyond his control.

He muttered under his breath:

"How... how is this possible... This is completely beyond my imagination. It's simply inconceivable."

Tang Ya covered her mouth, tears glimmering in her eyes—tears born from intertwined excitement and surprise, swirling in her eye sockets.

Her voice trembled violently with