I Am the God of Light and Undead!

A Limit Douluo—another Limit Douluo.

This was already the seventh!

The seventh!

An ordinary faction with seven Titled Douluo could already dominate an entire region, yet Qian Chaoguang's side had seven Limit Douluo!

It was a terrifying number that left one breathless.

Watching Afan step forward, Nether Thunder Douluo and Nangong Wan of the Holy Spirit Cult turned deathly pale as though they had swallowed flies.

The two of them trembled as they looked toward Vice Leader Feng Ling, seeking even a trace of comfort. Instead, they saw the exact same expression of horror on her face.

They would never forget this Undead Creature for the rest of their lives!

Its agile movements, formidable aura, practiced combat techniques, dark green armor, Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, wind attribute...

Wasn't this the lich from the underground Soul Engineer Tournament?

It... it was actually a Limit Douluo with complete consciousness!

Cold sweat had long since drenched their backs.

A name that had nearly been forgotten resurfaced in their minds.

Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect!

So that damned Angel Douluo was actually... actually... that little girl from the Plain Alliance back then, the one with the Angel Martial Soul!

She had never died!

Kong Deming wiped away the blood flowing from his nose and mouth, staring intently at Qian Chaoguang floating in mid-air.

Lord of Light...

Those skeletal soldiers with the strength of Soul Emperors and Soul Douluo...

The God of Light and Undead worshipped by the Eternal God Cult...

As he looked at Qian Chaoguang in his divine body state, Kong Deming suddenly felt as though he had grasped something.

Within the Eternal God Cult's churches, the towering statue standing at the center of the sanctuary seemed to have looked exactly like Qian Chaoguang did now.

Two magnificent Dharma Wheels behind his back