The many Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall launched their attack in an instant. In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth changed color as Soul Skills of every hue flashed above Spirit Hall.
Tang Hao alone fought against numerous Titled Douluo. He had only one hammer, while his opponents were a host of powerful Titled Douluo.
Long Jie gave Tang Hao a deep look. He knew Tang San could not be kept here today, and could only sigh helplessly.
He went before the Shrek group and made sure they were all dead before finally relaxing. Then he came to Dai Mubai and frowned.
"Dai Mubai is dead too, but why do I still feel that dangerous aura hasn't dispersed?" Long Jie frowned. He had always been able to sense that sinister aura from Dai Mubai, that revolting power.
But now that Dai Mubai was dead, why had that power not vanished? Why had it instead grown even denser?
Long Jie did not understand, but he could not make a move against Dai Mubai now. There was no other reason—Dai Mubai was a prince of the Star Luo Empire.
"Alas, I can't figure it out!" Long Jie sighed and could only return to Meng Yiran. Her body had already gone cold; she had likely lost all signs of life.
Yet Long Jie still refused to give up. He took out the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew from his Storage Ring, crushed it without hesitation, and dripped it onto her body.
However, it did nothing. When the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew fell onto her, Meng Yiran's body regained the faintest trace of color, but her heart would not begin beating again.
"Damn it! There aren't enough Immortal Herbs. If there were just one more, I could definitely save her!" Long