Death Is Coming

Ghost Shadow Douluo stared at the spear tip gleaming with deadly light, his heart filled with endless fear.

Cold sweat poured down like rain, yet he still stubbornly threatened:

"You... you dare kill me? My sect will never let this go. They will surely avenge me and make your life worse than death!"

Tang Lan wore a disdainful expression, a mocking curve lifting at his lips as he sneered:

"Your sect? Even if they all came out in force, they would only be a few more defeated underlings like you!"

"Before absolute strength, everything is futile!"

At that moment, Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo exchanged a glance.

Their gazes met like two bolts of lightning colliding in the void, as though they had reached some silent understanding in an instant.

In that moment, their eyes conveyed unwavering resolve and a shared strategy.

Then, they stepped forward at the same time. Their strides were steady and forceful, each step seeming to make the earth tremble.

Soul Power surged from their bodies like raging tides, and the powerful fluctuations made the surrounding air grow heavy.

Their imposing auras resembled two volcanoes on the verge of eruption, containing endless fury and majesty.

Star Douluo's eyes widened, flames of rage blazing within them as he shouted, "Tang Lan, you brat, don't be so arrogant!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo immediately roared, "With us here, how could you possibly kill Ghost Shadow Douluo!"

"You ignorant brat, don't think that a moment of luck and a few petty tricks allow you to do as you please before us."

"We are Douluo powerhouses renowned for many years. How dare a junior like you run wild here!"

"Today, we will show you just how miserable the consequences of opposing us can be!"

Star Douluo swiftly formed hand seals, his