Death Countdown Declaration, the Holy Spirit Cult's Fear

Wherever the ten claws passed, they even tore open Spatial Rifts.

Terrifying suction and specks of starlight continuously poured from those pitch-black, gloomy cracks, warping the distant Soul Power Turbulence before it could even draw near.

This was Douluo Star's space, already strengthened.

Given the current spatial stability, it had become nearly impossible for Super Douluo to casually tear open Spatial Rifts as they once had.

Only Limit Douluo could still shatter space at will and fight in such a manner.

Da Shan's full-powered strike had already reached the level of a Limit Douluo.

Countless Soul Engineers stood frozen.

For a moment, they felt as though they had seen one of the legendary Ten Great Fierce Beasts—the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear King, Bear Lord, with four hundred seventy thousand years of cultivation.

This was practically a miniature Heaven-Rending Claw!

Da Shan's claw strike tore apart space and ripped through the Soul Engineers' concentrated barrage.

In an instant, massive amounts of Soul Power Turbulence were shredded into fragments, exploding into the most primitive clusters of soul power light that scattered violently in every direction.

Yet it was not over.

After tearing through countless attacks, three of those ten dark-gold light blades remained, continuing to rip toward the Soul Engineers.

Several Soul Engineers felt their scalps go numb and hurriedly deployed their strongest Defense Soul Tools.

Level 8 and Level 9 experts were everywhere.

Even a Rank 9 Soul Engineer brought out a spatial Defense Soul Tool reputed to be the strongest, all for the sake of surviving this terrifying attack.

But all of it was ultimately futile.

As the three dark-gold light blades tore through layer upon layer of space and pierced the imperial palace's outermost defensive barrier, two Rank 9 Soul Engineers and seven Rank 8 Soul Engineers in the