No Escape

Ice Bear Douluo crossed his thick arms over his chest, his face full of contempt.

His eyes were wide, his nostrils flared, and his voice boomed like a great bell, making Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo look even more awful.

At that moment, Star Douluo clenched his teeth, the muscles in his face twitching slightly. His hands were balled into fists, his knuckles whitened by the force.

Ghost Scythe Douluo's expression was so dark it seemed ready to drip water, his eyes filled with ferocity and unwillingness.

This time, the Four Great Empires and the Holy Spirit Cult had arrived together, deploying an unprecedentedly powerful lineup.

They had held back Time Douluo, Ice Bear Douluo, and Luo Jian.

The rest should have been able to capture Tang Lan with ease.

But they were wrong. Terribly wrong.

They had never expected Tang Lan to be the strongest among them.

And Tang Lan only grew fiercer as the battle continued. His momentum was like surging waves, one after another, giving his enemies no chance to catch their breath.

Those enemies who had once been so arrogant now trembled before him like lambs, able only to wait for their merciless slaughter.

The allied forces of the Four Great Empires and the Holy Spirit Cult had fallen into an unprecedented predicament. They began to regret underestimating him,

but it was already too late for regret. The shadow of defeat was gradually closing over them.

Tang Lan stood proudly with his spear in hand, his eyes full of disdain for these enemies.

He snorted coldly, his voice frosty as he said, "You rabble dare dream of becoming my enemies? You truly overestimate yourselves!"

He swept his gaze over the panicked enemies, a mocking curve appearing on his lips:

"Look at the miserable state you're