Blind Confidence

Tang Lan spoke, his voice seeming to erupt from the depths of his soul, filled with boundless resolve and coldness:

"Ghost Shadow Douluo will die today!"

Every word seemed forged from steel, striking the ground with force, carrying bone-chilling killing intent and unquestionable certainty.

His words echoed through the air, making everyone present feel the indestructible strength of his will.

As his voice fell,

the Overlord Spear in his hand erupted with incomparably dazzling light.

The radiance was like brilliant fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky, dazzling and resplendent,

and like the first ray of sunlight at dawn tearing through the darkness, filled with the power of hope and destruction.

Tang Lan ignored the attacks of the Holy Spirit Cult and the many experts of the Four Great Empires.

Those surging waves of Soul Power rushing at him like a tide, those varied and dazzling martial soul skills,

were like illusory bubbles in his eyes, utterly incapable of hindering him in the slightest.

His body moved like lightning, swift as a ghost, wind rising beneath his feet.

Every step shattered the void, and his entire body turned into a streak of light.

With a reckless, life-or-death determination, he charged straight at Ghost Shadow Douluo.

That resolute figure was like an arrow loosed from the bow.

With fearless courage to stake everything on one throw and unwavering conviction to kill, he gave his enemy no chance to catch his breath and left himself no way out.

He had only one thought: to slay Ghost Shadow Douluo beneath his spear. Even if a mountain of blades and a sea of flames lay ahead, he would not retreat a single step.

At that moment,

the atmosphere on the battlefield was tense to the extreme. The wind, battle cries, and clashes of Soul