Super Douluo, Ghostly

Feel the terror of death!

On the other side of the Black Hole, a black figure, ghostly as a phantom, watched smugly as the green-clad figure was devoured by countless spirits.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

That figure remained utterly motionless. Then, the thousands upon thousands of ghosts surged forward and swallowed Xiao Han whole.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

It was as though firecrackers had been set off in the sky, the booming sounds endless. Waves of level-nine gale force swept through the surroundings in layer after layer.

"Brother!"

Xiao Wu murmured softly. Though she knew Xiao Han's stillness meant he had absolute confidence in himself, those overwhelmingly powerful auras still made her heart clench.

Boom!

In the distance, a mountain several hundred meters tall could no longer withstand the battering of the violent shockwaves and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

"Hahaha, he must be dead this time!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on where Xiao Han stood.

As for Chrysanthemum Douluo's words, not a single spectator within ten miles dared breathe loudly, nor did anyone question him. Such power was enough to destroy an entire city.

"Mm, that massage was nice. I'll give it eighty points."

A young, clear voice drifted from the smoke that had yet to disperse ahead.

"What?"

"He's still not dead?"

"My god, is he a god or something?"

Pairs of eyes nearly turned to stone as they focused on the source of the voice. A breeze swept by, dispersing the black smoke from the explosion and revealing a slender figure. Who else could it be but Xiao Han?

"Holy shit, he hasn't even used his Martial Soul!"

Everyone was astonished to discover that even when facing the attacks of Super Titled Douluo, Xiao