Breaking the Situation

The generals of the Four Great Empires also breathed sighs of relief. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with relief.

"With an attack like that, there is no way he could survive. We have finally eliminated this grave threat."

Their voices carried the ease of a burden lifted, as though a massive stone had finally fallen from their hearts.

"That's right. Under such destructive power, he must have been pulverized, leaving not even a trace behind."

Someone echoed the sentiment, their tone filled with certainty,

as though they had personally witnessed Tang Lan being crushed into dust.

They began to cheer jubilantly, their voices rising and falling, resounding through the heavens.

"Haha! Tang Lan is dead! Let's see who else can stop our advance!"

They danced with excitement, unable to contain themselves, as though they had already taken control of the entire world.

The Holy Spirit Cult's experts also relaxed their taut nerves and said confidently:

"With that strike, he is undoubtedly dead. We can rest easy now."

Their expressions were relaxed and content, as though they had already sampled the fruits of victory.

The entire force was immersed in an atmosphere of self-assured triumph, utterly convinced that Tang Lan had been reduced to ashes by that terrifying attack.

They cheered and shouted, their clamorous voices weaving together like an evil carnival.

Even the normally steady Star Douluo and the sinister Ghost Scythe Douluo wore wild, unrestrained smiles.

The corners of their mouths curled high, their smiles brimming with undisguised pride and contempt.

They looked toward Time Douluo, Ice Bear Douluo, and Luo Jian Soul Douluo, who were doing everything in their power to hold them back,

and spoke with utter disdain:

"So what if you have held us back?"

His tone was filled with sharp mockery.

"This time, we