None Could Stop Him

Tang Lan roared, his voice seeming capable of piercing the clouds and shattering the heavens.

His figure instantly shot toward Ghost Shadow Douluo like lightning, moving so fast that only an afterimage remained in the air.

As Tang Lan swung the Overlord Spear, its shaft blazed with a dazzling light, like the blazing sun overhead, impossible to look at directly.

Wherever the spearpoint passed, it tore fine cracks through space itself as it thrust toward Ghost Shadow Douluo with the force to destroy heaven and earth.

Ghost Shadow Douluo's eyes widened in terror, his pupils filled with fear and despair.

He tried to evade the fatal blow, but his injuries were too severe, and his movements had already slowed,

leaving him only able to watch helplessly as the spearpoint drew ever closer.

Tang Lan was about to kill Ghost Shadow Douluo,

when,

a violent surge of Soul Power suddenly came from the sky, like a raging sea,

wave after wave crashing against the hearts of everyone present.

Then,

a group of figures flashed into view like ghosts,

their arrival instantly shattering the tense yet balanced situation.

It was a large group of Soul Douluos and Soul Saints from the Holy Spirit Cult and the Four Great Empires.

They stood densely packed in the air, so numerous that it was dizzying to behold.

Like a dark cloud, they blanketed the sky. Their powerful auras intertwined, forming a suffocating pressure.

They surrounded Tang Lan and the others completely, their tight encirclement like an impregnable wall,

every face filled with murderous intent,

the resolute expressions of battle-hardened warriors who did not fear death.

One of the Holy Spirit Cult's leading Soul Douluos shouted:

"Do not harm anyone from our cult! Otherwise, we'll make sure you die without a burial ground!"

His voice boomed