A Ferocious Boss!

Yang Shan had noticed them long ago. He had originally planned to fire off twenty or thirty basic Ten Thousand Souls Finger techniques—Soul Piercing Finger—to wipe out a wave of people first.

But then he remembered that he was now one of the Profound Nether Two Venerables. Before making a move, he ought to say a few words to show off the Soul Hall's arrogance and tyranny.

"Heh heh heh, a bunch of ants hiding in the dark, thinking you can ambush me?"

After speaking, Yang Shan flicked his finger, and a streak of Soul Piercing Finger Strength instantly pierced through a Dou Zong Player's throat.

Protector Wu beside him snorted coldly. "Hiding like rats? Show yourselves, all of you!"

The Dark Soul Mist rolled outward in every direction like black clouds.

But at Yang Shan's reminder, Wu Ying diluted the Dark Soul Mist's power by more than tenfold! This ensured that the surrounding vegetation would be corroded by the mist without directly killing the Dou Zong experts.

Once everything around them had been flattened by the Dark Soul Mist, the densely packed crowd within sight looked like balls of Pure Soul Energy, radiating a gentle, milky-white glow.

They were as tempting as Yun Yun in the Magical Beast Mountain Range—high and mighty, yet with her cultivation sealed and powerless to even truss a chicken! Excellent!

Wang Tianhao really was someone capable of accomplishing great things. His luck was just a little rotten.

Maybe Hao Yunqi had already sucked it all dry.

There actually were not many Players nearby, only around two or three hundred.

But farther away, at least ten thousand people were watching.

Those people probably were not Tian Hao Alliance Players.

After all, according to the event Wang Tianhao had announced earlier, most Players who came to